search for her

a sense of satisfaction
I am running to find her for me
to envelop her in my arms

but I thought for a while
she was there somewhere
deep inside
lying silently still
I haven't turned back to her
to notice how is she doing in there

I long for a conversation
there's a search
for her in each word I make

I make something
while living in an illusion
that the final drawing
will make me find her

I make all efforts

to give her to them
and see her growing on their lips

they are in search of her
through me
in this circle of exchange
we forget she is there inside

search is on
limited to the periphery of materialistic history
and a blind future
while, I go through this
she is still hidden from me

gagged in my desires
and opinions about her
she sits still
with her glowing eyes
looking blankly at me

I will bring her to the new light
in my arms
as I envelop her

She is the
Happiness inside me