Wanderlust

A wanderer I am and you the passing cloud
I seek raindrops and you have moved on
Oh my colorless translucent body
I know not where you are

I am a wanderer in the woods of my day dream
and you the knight of the nights never look back
Oh my shameless soul, I seek your presence
but you are the one who journey afar

I am a wanderer of the lights in a dark sky
I am a victim of your soft touch-
a painful prick as you may please,
Oh my passionate charmer, I bleed

I am a wanderer of the slumber unknown
I only await a rest aside
Oh my wry cloud, dancer of sorrows
I fear not a drought when you rain

I am a wanderer of beautiful blooms
I breathe a magical mystery ahead
Oh my splendid bearer of storm
I yearn a battle of trusts and hopes.