Sillage1 min 350 1 min 350
What are you?
Where are you hiding?
Your trail's now just a residue,
Perhaps it's why your quest is so enchanting.
I've looked for your touch,
In the strings of the Harp
Sent night fairies on missions,
Chose those with senses quick and sharp.
I wrote letters to the graves
Wondering if they reach God the quickest,
The quickest way to reach you.
Listened to the trees whispering to the wind,
Do they hold the secrets that lead to you?
I've felt the vibrations on the ground,
To see if the road would lead me to you.
I stand chest-deep in water now,
Singing to the oceans to get their blessed view.
Oh, wouldn't you show me some mercy?
How long must this search last?
I'm tired and exhausted,
I sit where the river dries up,
Will you, now, please come and find me?