Waking up on a shining morning I felt void. Realized that you were not there, it was just an empty space beside me. I set out on a journey in pursuit of you. I sniffed the foggy cold on that winter's day and found a scent of something that was known to me. The fragrance was sweet and full of grace like the blooming flowers. As I followed the scent, I knew that I was getting closer to you. Flowers were blended on your fragrance. Standing in front of your beauty very clear I remember that moment, that I had found you in the cold of December like this. But not at that moment.

Then I ascended to the heights of the mountain. The wind was still and deathly silent all around the rustled leaves. I was barking on that blue night out of your name. The church bells chimed, and echoes was full of that place. I was tired and full of hopelessness but kept searching for you. For that moment, I realized that you were lost in the darkness of the shining moon's glare, but it trapped me in the depths of its darkness and left me hypnotized and unconscious.

Later I was awoken by a wonderful piece of clouds hovering above the mountain's layers. A vision of beauty like no other, a piece of art created full of beauty, You. Your form is so fluid so endlessly changing. I see you were never far; you were there to show me the light. Or maybe I journeyed towards your flame for the feelings that we held so dear was nothing but a mirage, unclear.