Mists are swirling, drifting, curling

From within the depths, deep in my soul,

Forever reaching, searching, seeking

The missing piece to make me whole.

Lost in space my search eternal

Swept away, on the breath of wind.

I seem but a grain, of sand in a desert

For life does not to me, rescind.

Forever reaching, searching, seeking,

Please show me now and set me free

I've combed the desert's, of life and space

For the grain of sand, that once was me.

Eric Valentine Sept 22 1999 ©