I have not seen her. Nor have I felt.
Wondered to myself,
Has she drifted of into the morning mists
Or perhaps, wondering the bustling streets of New York

She could be off away at sea, pondering upon the stars
Or climbing mountains of northern Italy,
A continuing goal to discover herself amongst this world

I followed from a distance too far, now I have lost her
But I cannot come to believe, she is wanting to be found
So now, shall I still try
Or shall I let her merely exist in my mind

A perpetual daydream, sifting through my head
I want to follow her, want to see the world from her view,
But her poetry has been running short, she no longer pursues to write
Her whispers have tickled my ear, like the wind,
Telling me she rather see the beauty of the world than feel its sorrows
Now I can no longer sense either, no not without her