Where, why
Would I look for you
Why, where might
I search you out
How
On this night of meditation
Can I seek
To find the doubt
If I look into the books
If I read between the lines
All that love for the writer
Secretly to reveal the signs
That I can hear the seagulls
That I can see the cloud swirls
In the sky, in the sky, in the sky
It is me, I am me, all is fine
What I do is to go on looking
Every day, near or far
Listening out, for the whispers
With the doors so so slight ajar
