Searching

Carried by hope,

Lifted by dreams,

I fly through foreign lands,

Looking for paradise.

What I find

Does not even come close.

What I have is a glimpse of a star,

An echo of a song,

An ember of a flame.

What I hold onto

Is a piece of something

Much bigger than myself,

Something that, indeed,

Holds me.

Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger View all posts by Gordon S. Bowman III