Return to Me

A child, I, when you touched my heart and mind, so meaningful, but also undefined. Like faerie dust, you left me behind. There, my unceasing, lifelong search began. Inside songs and art, I hoped to catch it, seeking the poetic words to match it, But from the thin air, I could not snatch it. 'Twas teasingly, from me, you skipped and ran. I looked for you in a girl's touch and smile, in nature's every teeming sunlit mile. You nimbly eluded me all the while. Ephemeral sprite, I'm a beaten man. Oh, please visit me soon, my long-lost friend, or we'll both be dust blowing in the wind.