Come, Find Me

Chasing the fading rays of a setting sun
I have wandered in search of a bright star.
Shrouded in mist, moist to the feet
the path, that wasn’t quite there
intrigued, beckoned,
lured me to go on.
The shadows grew longer
of the stunted self,
the more I searched
the more I lost sight
of what I couldn’t see.
I waited to decipher
the hidden note
in every sound
around the buzz;
opened empty letters
addressed to none
staring at the formless
with eyes, not sight.
Breath becomes a sigh
I exhale exhaustion
Put my feet up.
I, now, withdraw
from this aimless chase.
I pause
and wait
Come on,
It’s your turn now...
my poem.
Seek me out
of the idle mind
sing out aloud
through me.
See...
I am waiting
for your return.