WANDERING

shore of the soul

 lone diver

 lost and directionless

 yet happy and content

 piece of me in the desert

 being trodden upon

travelling places with blowing wind

 a blank paper in ruthless storm

 amazed and clueless

 a tear in the waiting

 in lovers eyes

 longing  for her sight

 then it will flow down the dry godly face

 breathless yet alive