Priceless

a poem by Inchara

Lone sailor I’am in the vast sea of love
Like a bubble it bursts when I knock the door
Endlessly I wander in sands of time,
Searching for imprints of love
But erased are they by waves of isolation
I stretch my hand towards the horizon
But fail to reach the hues of love
I wished to dive deep into the ocean of ardor
But the water swiftly dried into barren land
I wished to fly high in the enormity of passion
But the sky quietly moved into oblivion
At times exasperated on my fate,
I continue pursuing the priceless
With spirit quivering of attaining the goal