It came in a dream...

Franticly, urgently I ran, searching, running, never finding.
Flickering lights and shadowed faces, dimly in the dark
glimpses of the one for whom I searched, never finding.

Gone, gone, gone, But to where?
This way and that I run, searching, hunting, high and low
here and there, in the dim, dark and flickering rooms.

A candle flickers and I see the face
it dances in the flame, but it is not here.
Not here.

Where is the face, the voice, the man I seek through the dark and dim?
Stumbling, running, never finding.

Gone.

Weep, for he is gone.

Still I run, run, searching;
never finding.

For he is gone.