Seeking Her

You waste your time and your youth

seeking her around the world

treading its winding paths

sailing its furious seas

flying through its blue skies.

In the end, you always turn the corner

to find yourself

back in the city where everything goes lost.

So that all you have left

of the woman who smiled to you

is the memory of her hair

as the wind gently shook it.

Then she disappeared

like the gold of that day

away

she went with the sunset.

by Jason R. Forbus