Waking and sleeping, resting and walking Stopping at milestones or Traversing the winding alleys, Through the vales and across the sands, Scaling peaks and suffering the depths, In harmony with the river and tumult of the tide, I have always reached out for you.
Out I went seeking, To merge my breath, with The breeze that brought your touch to me. And in the shimmer of the rising Sun, As I caught a glimpse of your eternal vision, Nothing else was left for my eyes to see.
From faraway oceans and across the blues, Humbling the endless bounds of horizon, Wandering boats came with the breeze, Loads of nectar in their hearts, The zephyr that brought succor to parched earth, Also carried your aroma to me, And my yearning for the garden of roses Wafted across the yonder vastness of the skies.
Ecstatic waves played on the shore, As the surging turbulence of the tide, Submerged the quiet of the river, Enclosed in the infinite embrace of horizon Drenched and satiated, Footprints and the sands went to sleep.
Quiet found its fulfillment in turbulence, Drops in the waves, Sands in the skies, Breath in the breeze, Moment in eternity, And me? I longed for you, Reaching out to you, Seeking the beginning where all ends merge, And the end where all beginnings emerge.
