The search does not prevail

I went searching for you
in the depths of the well
I called out your name
and nothing was received
Apart from the echo of my own voice

I looked for that pretty ribbon in your hair
It was red, 
silk, and tied in a bow
I thought maybe, it had fallen out
Gone with the wind
carried away by the salt stained waves

I came across a child
who's name i can't remember
But he grasped my hand and asked me to follow him
And so i did, and we kept going and going
down this spiral path
I thought it would never end,
and it didn't

Lost, never to be found
I call out your name with the 
hope that you will return
and yet i haven't seen that
red ribbon shine upon my eyes
for many moons.