Found At Last

A fire burns inside my soul.
Alight to follow flickers.
The string stretches thin.
Pursuing forward through dark,
Unable to see the way,
Stumbling over hindrances
Trying to hold me back.

The sound floats through the air
And weaves in and through my head
Caressing it gently with thoughts.
The touch runs up and down,
Lightly tickling the body.
Eyes finally are bright with color,
Slowly taking in everything at once.

The failed hunt, the hopeless search,
Is at its end with joy
For what was lost in now found;
Two halves now made whole.
My muse has returned to me
With arms open wide to welcome
Me back to the world of imagination.