In quest of...

The time was lonely,

while my day cast stars

stars, unseen by the night.

I was howling through the bamboo,

rustling onto the leaves

stifling from the beggar's yawn and 

roaring into the tide.

yet I was with none but me

in wanderlust, in quest of glee.

I was caressing the ripples of the lake

glimmering through the creak of a door

shimmering onto the mirror that held a smiling face

ablaze on the heated coarse sand.

yet I was with none but me

in wanderlust, in quest of glee.

I was meditating upon the shambles of soil

casting colour onto the solemn' main 

setting destinations for their wings to flap

cleaving between day and night.

yet I was with none but me

in wanderlust, in quest of glee.

I was coarse yet firm,

bore their footsteps without frown

held their roots to my bosom

nurturing them to shoot and blossom.

yet I was with none but me

in wanderlust, in quest of glee.

I was told,

here is glee.

I am here to flap 

not flee.

 I broke some hearts

and told to me,

"you are with none but me

wandering yet rooted

in quest yet in glee."

I asked me;

"what are you in quest of, then?"

and it hit hard,

hard enough to not mend

"I am in search of me!"

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