A Non-spiritual seeker's endeavour

The lonesome who lives far away?
And he erects like a Lighthouse.
We never met and do we ever meet?
My abandoned soul-ship sounds its foghorn and toss on the rough waters.
The painful eyes seek a land through the mist and see a fading figure at a long distance.
My wounded heart laments for you and I have a brief message
Which I want to pass to you
Before I finish my vulnerable voyage.
We never met and do we ever meet in this enigmatic sojourn?

*To a certain friend in gratitude who recognizes my holey vocabulary?

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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