Where Are You? Poem by Laa Finita

You're out there, riding clouds,
not a century or two ago,
but in this age, in this time,
somewhere,
somehow.

I've thought I met you,
countless, the times.
Desperate, my compass
sometimes, flies blind.

A huge place,
the sky,
to find you, my love.

You're sailing, perhaps,
already in love with the waves,
defying mountains, perhaps,
jungles, deserts, plains.

Should I keep flying? or rest?
Or land?
I need to believe,
you're out there,
somewhere, love of my life.

La Finita