In Search of pt2

Must I comb the globe

Or is she under my nose


I reach into the world and pull back nothing

Swearing this time would be different

It all felt right from a distance



I feel as though I seek something that is nonexistent

I ponder in wonder


And all the while I wonder

Will my roaming eyes ever gaze upon her?


On God knows when my hearts very desire will be granted

I grab hope it’s  in my grasp she has landed

I pull back to see that once again I am empty handed