Searching Your Whereabouts~

The scent of Your words, lingers in my thoughts the mind is searching, Your whereabouts. You have not left any traces, nor do You wish to be reached Though Your songs are being sung, by the saints and birds. Deep in my hollow heart, You made a permanent place By playing Your finest flutes, which float around my soul. Though You are not far and resides within My heart is at unrest since eyes cannot perceive Your scent reaches the heart with every breath I take Still mind is searching Your whereabouts.