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I searched for you by telescope, fixed on the midnight sky,
Yet all I saw were charted stars that swiftly drifted by.
Though you were sent by gods above, a satellite divine,
And I a lonely planet still, you'd never choose my line.
Yet still I hope the shadowed shape upon the Moon's dark side
Belongs to him with whom I loved across the cosmic tide.
I searched the sea through raging waves that crashed against the shore,
To find the Prince of Fairy Tales the old books speak of o'er.
I fear the heedless tides at last have claimed him for their own,
While lifeguards, helpless on the sand, declare his spirit gone.
Yet still I hope the sudden pulse that stirred the haunted sea
Belongs to him who challenged Death, and stole eternity.
I turned archaeologist as well, dug deep with tireless hands,
Through relics spun by Time itself and buried ancient lands.
Your blinding beauty roused the wrath of Gaia from below,
Who, at her fierce command, had Earth engulf you in one blow.
Yet still I wait for gentle Spring to bring you back once more,
A hyacinth whose fragrant bloom made Bacchus' spirit soar.
I searched for you beneath the day, but clouds concealed your face,
As though you scarcely cared that I pursued your hidden trace.
Alas, the clock has struck past six; the Sun resigns its reign,
The Moon strides proudly through the dark, her silver light regained…
Yet still I hope beneath the stars that shimmer bright above,
You'll slip down softly from the Moon and fall into my love.
I searched for you on mountain peaks where pines caress the sky,
I feared that, lost among their ranks, the frost would let you die.
Then I recalled that I myself was no less cold than you,
And found me lying on the path where winter's white winds blew.
Yet still I hope the place where I collapsed beneath the snow
Became a shelter keeping safe the one I long to know.
I searched for you through graveyards old, where dusty headstones sleep,
Past statues carved with empty eyes their silent watch to keep.
I feared that Death, consumed by envy, called your soul away,
And now beneath cold marble slabs forever there you'd stay.
Yet still I hope the stone that serves as pillow to your head
Conceals the living heart of him whose love I thought was dead.
I searched for you through crowded streets and rattling tramway lines,
Past blaring horns and shopfront lights that dulled the night's designs.
The pavement whispered you had passed, perhaps in hurried flight,
Leaving behind a scarf that held your bittersweet delight.
And still I hope, though concrete walls consume you day by day,
You're waiting on some weathered bench where dreams have lost their way.
I searched for you through dreams long lost in slumber's ancient keep,
On nights where broken clocks forgot the measured march of sleep.
You waited there, yet like the Moon you melted out of sight,
Within a mist of dreaming dust and nearly lifeless night.
Yet still I hope the brightest dream that ever came to be
Has wrapped you in a woven cloak of hope and memory.
I searched for you within myself, but found a shattered soul,
A cracked clay vessel, worn by time, that is no longer whole.
And when my hope was threadbare cloth, with holes too wide to mend,
You came in silence, humble still, my broken heart to tend.
I hope my love's a gentle veil to shield you from the storm,
That in my arms, like nesting wings, I'll always keep you warm.
I searched for you in every word, in every missing rhyme;
Perhaps you are the rhyme itself I've sought through space and time.
I searched for you in memories, in every rustling tree,
In all that comes, in all that goes, in all that's yet to be.
But most of all I seek you still where silent heartaches start,
In all that never whispers "love”, yet shelters your dear heart.