Wrong Turn

I have ceased staring at the allure of moon and stars, long past laying my head at loves feet. I can pen no words, or expressive musings; the rose within my soul, withered...sullen thorns remain. I am a strayed embodiment of Him and my mortal confines, chases His shine. ~ I have searched every smile and veritable tears in unknown faces; lingered to inhale the fragrant breaths of both young and old. I dared graze the pulse of undaunted hearts hoping to catch His presence... quick to sidestep those garbed in wintry stone. ~ Today I heard him clearly in a child's laughter; inviting and engaging …but the message was not for me. ~ I have looked within natures subtle passages; as I arise before the sun each day. Still I am alone...ashamed that even His shadow eludes me. ~ Alas, the vigor in my walk has dissolved into a drunkards dance...doddering and pointless. ~ Yesterday, I closed eyes and heart; an apparition watching my funeral's passing. Suddenly, He was beside me around me...everywhere; alas, in life...I failed to turn my head and see him.