I am a seeker, strong and unbending,
Yearning for a haven, warm and suspending.
I knock without hands, I search without sight,
Longing for a home that embraces me tight.
I dwell in the shadows, though near to the light,
My journey is private, yet open to invite.
Hard as a pillar, I wander in dreams,
Chasing the comfort that soft silence redeems.
I find my solace where tension holds sway,
Where closeness and warmth will guide me to stay.
What am I, that longs in the night,
For a tender retreat that feels just right?