I name thou LIFE

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Another attempt in My Quest series



The quicker you go, the faster I run behind you. 
Trying to hold you for a moment, hoping to hold you forever. 
Playing hide and seek as we run behind the trees, I run as fast as I can on my two little feet. 
Just when I feel I am out of breath you turn around and snigger as if to tease. 
As I begin my quest again you jump and vanish amidst the greens. 
 Closing my eyes I silently wish to have you by my side – today, tomorrow and forever. 
With my every heartbeat I hope for it to come true. 
Thinking about you wishing you were here 
Alas! I exclaim as a sigh escapes my lips. 
Slowly I open my eyes to see you quietly perched on my shoulders 
Staring at me blinking your eyes as if to tell me there is nothing to fear. 
I realize how foolish I had been in chasing you so far, 
 You have always been by my side waiting for me to glance 
Happiness the world might call YOU, I name thou LIFE.

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