Always on the lookout,
of something that doesn’t exist,
in the veil of the night,
in the lunar flicker,
to listen to what it feels like,
meaningless,
but with meaning,
strong and weak,
decided and undecided,
where is the direction,
is to the left,
it is to the right,
always straight,
a path of opportunities,
the knowledge that you are,
that you are,
the hand that welcomes me,
the thread of life,
the light of living.
M.