SEARCHING...

Under moonlight on the moor land
When the wind deceives the ear
In the black and open emptiness
I will not find it here

On summers beach
I scanned the sea
And wrecks that ran aground
I sit on rocks and high cliff tops
And fear it wont be found

A veil of frost blocks morning's light
And stagnates the heavy air
Shadowing the dampened earth
I will not find it there

I cannot say that it exists
Or where that I am bound
I know not what I'm looking for
But will do when its found