A Non-Spiritual Seeker's Endeavour

The lonesome who lives far away? And he erects like a Lighthouse. We never met and do we ever meet? My abandoned soul-ship sounds its foghorn and toss on the rough waters. The painful eyes seek a land through the mist and see a fading figure at a long distance. My wounded heart laments for you and I have a brief message Which I want to pass to you Before I finish my vulnerable voyage. We never met and do we ever meet in this enigmatic sojourn? *To a certain friend in gratitude who recognizes my holey vocabulary?