And while looking
at a shiny star,
I thought of you.
For you echoed of it,
distant;
alone;
grieved;
yet the causation of
beautiful aurora;
enlivening space.
Whether pursued by shadows,
of abstruse sorrows;
or bunch of worries,
sanitizing him;
with aching soul,
and a pounding heart___
a wanderer's quest
never ends.