I looked for you at dawn’s new sunrise,
Through sleepy hollows and moss covered trails.
I looked through the pile of long buried sorrows,
Searching yesterday for brighter tomorrows.
I waited atop the steep, emerald hill,
I lingered by the glassy lake where time stood still.
I looked for you and lost myself.
I lost the one running from the ruins,
The one who vowed to never let love come in.
I lost her by the riverside,
Where she buried her dignity and drowned her pride.
I waited and watched in a quiet cafe.
Lost track of time day after day.
I walked cobbled streets, chased an elusive shadow.
Wherever it turned in my dreams I would follow.
In a dark cathedral with centuries old chanting,
I searched for the times that were so enchanting.
I looked for you and found myself at last.
I found the one who was running from the past.
The one who saw life through a rainbow's prism.
A fallen victim of her own optimism.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem