You may be.

How often do you think, there were someone to hold your hands?
Haven’t you thought their mere touch would heal you to new?
Have you had searched their face among the shining stars?
You may be.

When it rains, when the wind touches, when in the woods;
Or when the helium lamps glow somewhere in dark,
Have not you longed to be with them?
You may be.

How long would you wait? Should the seasons change?
Should the migratory birds cross back the seas?
Would you wait until your wait proves worthy?
You may be.

Is that day near? No prophets would ever answer.
If you want to know- seek.
Go out. Seek. Go on.
You may be!
.