(elusive)

I am hungry for...
something-
whatever.
But it's gone.

It's over the mountain.
Somewhere beyond.

It's left me empty.
It's given me dreams.
It's fuel for my fire.
It's sunlight and
moonbeams.


And I am not alone,
or maybe... I am.

But that's not what I
meant.
Even if we're all half-
spent...
We are all searching
for something...

That thing that's
gone and went,
it's sailing with
the stars.

It hasn't a name
yet, but it's a
part of who we
are.

It's up...
up...
and away.
I searched yesterday,
and today.

I will tomorrow.
Maybe someday.
Maybe someday.

by Tina Sena

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