Floating on the waters of darkness,
Blue and white in your stillness,
You appeared frail and beautiful.
I saw you for the very first time
When I was away, transfixed
By your distant, surprising beauty.
Why did I leave you? I set my eyes
On what I heard were loftier goals,
And desired to look elsewhere.
Those goals turned out to be desolate
Stretches of lifeless, arid dust,
Deviously dazzling only from afar.
So I scrambled to retrace my steps,
Leaving behind fumes of energy
I had wasted looking for fool’s gold.
And here I am now, propelled back
To you whom I should not have left,
Where my search has brought me home.