Searching

When the moon whispers her secrets
In the dead of the night
And the journey still lies ahead
Many a times I have fallen asleep
to the voice of the winds
And waken in a strange place
with the sun coming up
slowly behind the horizon
And journeyed on
In hopes of finding you.

But instead,
I found not you
But the hurt and pain
of the real world.
Searching for the perfect place
of visual and mental tranquility
I have yet to find.
Searching,
through all of time.
Searching,
for you.