Haunted Still I Am

I am haunted by you.

Whispers of hope seem to dream on the wind,

calling a name I can't quite hear.

We have never meet.

(At least that is what I have assumed.)

Haunted as I am,

seeing the way others have found what was missing.

Seeing it in the eyes of those

who love.

I have longed and waited,

hunted and searched,

but still you have alluded me.

I can't escape the fear of need, 

the feeling I am somehow I am not complete.

Standing inside my foolishness, 

I fall forward into the rush.

I unwrap the gifts of lonelyness

and loss.

And still you haunt me.

The nightmare of all this, lines itself ups.

Like chessmen across from my hopes and dreams

Yet my hopes still win.

It wins still...

And still it wins.

Haunted still I am by those whisper on the wind.

So hope I will, 

and hunt
the dream.