The perfect gift cannot be found.
Where did the spark land as it fizzled out?
Too much searching, too little being.
It's time to make up for lost time.
Words found, lost, and found again - poetry!
Searching the sky for forgotten stars.
I found myself on the creekside path.
Find me the man who can be himself.
Losing and finding are objects, not actions.
Find me the place for my dream.
What is lost if I stand here alone?
Well, after yesterday, this feels more within my ken. Miz Quickly asked for a “lost” or “found” poem and Napowrimo challenged us to write one-line poetry. As an extra challenge, I decided to write eleven one-liners for day 11 of the April challenge and then used a random sequence generator to decide the order.
the raven's eye 
These are fabulous! I especially liked: Where did the spark land as it fizzled out? and Words found, lost, and found again – poetry!
Where did the spark land as it fizzled out?
Too much searching, too little being.
outstanding lines
There is lonely and alone – different.
I think we do not have to be lonely when we want to be alone. And we can always find others who need us, perhaps more than we need ourselves. Volunteering is good.
I think we have all walked the same creek side path at some point.
Well said.