Searching for my tabernacle under dark skies emblazoned by stars, bobbing upon murky waters reflecting the milky way. Indecision and misdirection guiding the dimly lit path, i carry on. Still searching, heart no help in matters of way. Where is my tabernacle, i cry, but nobody hears me. Missing and longing unfulfilled by indulgences of today. A sorrow not quite swallowed that tastes of salt water or foreign oceans. The mist of evaporated tears and unspoken prayers. Press forward, i think, until the dawn appears upon the horizon. The shimmering light appearing in time to find a new tomorrow.