As foolish as you think you are,
I keep right on wishing upon your star.
Wishing for you to find your path.
As you lean exhausted, against your staff.
Keep going, keep seeking,
keep finding clues.
Even poets get the occasional blues.
I can wait.
I won’t give up.
Just knowing you are coming,
is more than enough.
Chai tea and love.
It waits for you.