𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

He wandered far in nights of gold,
In dreams of love, in stories told,
Where moonlight danced on hopeful eyes,
He chased a flame across the skies.

Through years and hearts, he sought in vain,
Each touch a balm, each kiss a strain.
Bright maidens laughed, their spirits free,
Yet none could calm his restless sea.

For every smile, he found a crack,
A hollow place that smiled back.
He learned their songs, their joys, their fears,
And filled his soul with borrowed years.

Till hope grew faint, and dreams grew still,
No longer bent to fate or will.
He wore his scars like quiet art,
And tucked away his seeking heart.

But then—no herald, no fanfare,
She came with light and heavy care.
No maiden wrapped in fairy lore,
But more than all he’d dreamed before.

With her, the silence softly broke,
The void inside no longer spoke.
He touched her hand and knew the truth:
His soul had found its long-lost youth.

Yet love, so rare, can vanish fast,
A comet’s flare not meant to last.
She slipped away—no fault, no war,
And left him full, but aching more.

He weeps no more, nor dares to yearn,
He’s kissed the sun, and felt it burn.

His vow is carved in midnight's shore:
He'll seek no more. He'll love no more.

(Ka chungah a thin a rim hle a, ka thiam loh liau liau a ni si a!)