Searching

Through the forest, slowly pacing
Onward, onward, forward-facing.

Quick, light footsteps follow,
Never fading, never resting
Through the forest onward pressing.

Suddenly, a distant light
Through the flora, ever bright.

Ever bright, ever blinding
Never failing, ever binding.

The light is moving
Forward, pressing
Through the darkness its compressing.

Peering up into the heavens ocean,
Given to me was this notion.

They are here, this I see,
Who do they want, you or me?