Lost Souls

so far, so near,

so dreaded, so dear,

underneath the pale golden sky

two lost souls went wandering by

pinning down the breeze

chasing the will-o'-the-wisp

caterwauling at the moon at night

with loneliness they kept on a fight

searching, seeking, the other half

the one and only, their one true love

down shady alleys and up trendy creeks

their eyes burned bright over reddened cheeks

no let up, no way to let go

the immutable quest of the soul

a treadmill of a measureless dream

they shamed themselves at every stream

two lost souls on paths split wide

plod on and on till the end of time

one trapped in the bonds of insecurity

the other condemned to lonely eternity

ships that pass in the night

darkness envelops them still

under a brilliant, luminous, starry sky

two lost, wayward souls go wandering by