being you

I look at the night
 and question
where it hides you,
amidst its darkness
for this moon is bright
cause it reflects your face
and the constellations
take shape due to you
they align to your artistry
yet you are nowhere
to be seen or heard
and this cruel night 
remains silent like ever
even when it knows
each moment I seek you
and it enjoys my agony
my wandering, search
for my soul, my life
that is not with me
and yet I live here
only to meet with you
Love, see there is nothing
else that keeps me alive
yet even if I were to die
without meeting you
I would be born again
to seek you for me
in life one after another
till I am with you
though I was never away
as my soul rests with you
but how does a man
ever live without a soul
this longing would make
me to be born again
until I end up being you