In-sanity

I left home to find myself;
To try my steps in foreign lands,
To see the known in thousand places,
To feel the sky in heights and width,
To breath new moments of attainment,
To hear the sounds of the unknown,
To touch the hearts and to be touched,
To mix together old and new.

I lost myself between people -
Workers, preachers, the quire,
Images of me, mirrors of you,
They ramble looking for something,
Caught themselves into games;
Lost are themselves as I walk by,
But proud by the grains they know -
Losing themselves in the findings.

Beauty, darkness, feelings,
Blended in souls like me and you;
Richness, new and archaic,
Designs of wonder forgotten in mire,
Mire transformed beyond art,
They sketch a world of desires,
Subdue and stir the daily thirst,
Enlighten thus the spirit.

I returned home to find myself;
The way I am, I was, before,
Older and not much wiser,
Wiser but not much older,
Stilled myself into fire,
Softened myself into wind,
Drained myself by the waters,
Filled myself by the light.

Walking back on my footsteps -
Beautiful old places,
Glad to be discovered anew;
It's wonder to see old new faces,
Smiling before me, some faded in blue,
They seem to know my quest's sin -
I lost myself to find myself anew...