Immanent Yet Transcendent

A free bird flying in depth of night I am a drenched soul searching for light A pilgrim caught in maze, winding and deep That even dreams haunt me in my sleep A wanderer in desert of souls The dune paints the path to show my goals But the harsh west wind blows my path away Not wanting me to see the light of day Like a wild tale of both truth and fiction I'm like a song without dedication That lies in wait for the faint golden glow To rouse my somber faith to flow