Searching Your Whereabouts

I crossed the bridge of stars Searching you and found my dawn and your dusk On my way I also found Billet-doux like crushed roses on white clouds floating all around with imperfect traipse to fall back on earth may be my love evaporated with decapitate of soul from body without carrying true feelings of heart. The unreached messages, Intercepted signals and Matrix tribulations Is my cause of worry now, I’m searching those lost messages And searching your whereabouts