He roams like a shadow awake in a dream, seeking the creator searching himself.
Stripped of high born wants discarded by a river.
Stillness answers and time falls away.
Under the stars he hears the stillness say;
"No need of hope however so slight for morning will come at dawns first light.
And you are the reflection of a love most bright."
Moon beams light the path and each step beckons another. Closer now to what he is.
Seeking, the creators searching himself.