I'll find you

In the vapours rising from the hot cup of tea,

And the ring it leaves behind on the table,

I'll find you.

In the smokes arising from the vehicles,

And in the long wait at traffic signals on a sultry summer day,

I'll find you.

In the colourful jars of pickle laid out in the afternoon sun,

And in the laughter of children from stolen joy,

I'll find you.

In the mingled call of the cuckoo at dawn,

And the red lit sky of my dusk,

I'll find you.

In the unfinished books of tales untold,

And inbetween monotony of daily chores,

I'll find you.

In the thunder of the French revolution,

And in the raindrops falling on the warzone countries,

I'll find you.

In the grocery list of daily needs,

And the unsend letters hidden under the mattresses,

I'll find you.

I'll find you, I'll find you,

In the years to come with every greying hair,

And poetry left unfinished for the lack of muse,

And children that I have to take to school.

But tell me, in all your broken dreams

And dusty corners,

Do you find me too?