The Wandering Adventure
What am I looking for?
And can it be found?
It's just behind every door,
an echoing sweet sound.
There's beauty in communion,
oneness of the soul.
Closeness its mission,
true knowledge made whole.
A comfort and refuge,
of certain and safe.
Which is lived and died for,
to love for love's sake.
Where the night wind is singing,
where adventure unfolds.
A fullness is built,
with a purpose to hold.
But now I am wandering,
for life does not flow.
I am searching and grasping,
with life holding no glow.
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