Lost in the search

On the lonely path, in the night,

I walked with fear and of fright.

The star of my fate that I followed,

Under the moon-light that I borrowed.

Nothing to hold, nothing to talk and nothing to smile,

In the rough night I walked one another mile.

I cried till my eyes went dry,

Not to loose hope I did try.

Saw a flower in the brightness of the lune,

Trembling lips found rhythm to the tune.

With joy and glee, I grabbed,

With fear no more I moved ahead.

Blindly I follow the star of my fate,

Caring no more for the flower, the mate.

Its petals withered, when I ignore,

It trusted me completely and now no more.

To my star I stare and to me my flower,

Just like an admirer to its lover.

Night turned to dawn and faded all the stars away,

In my hand my dead flower lay.

Agony of desire turned into pity,

Not for the flower but for me.

Lost and found and lost again,

The star of my fate for it I was late then.

Left for neither but for pain,

In the search I lost again.