Silent Night

The following is a poem I scribbled down in 30 minutes, and it shows. I wanted to try out something interesting, I may or may not intend something with the following poem, but I want to know what you think I intend. I've always wanted to see whether all these works of art that we extol as great and with deep meaning, do they actually have that meaning, or do these meanings evolve over time, and do they have any parallels with the artists thoughts. Even if you don't wan't to, I'm always interested in comments. Frankly, this work is nowhere near good, but I lack the patience, and this is the only art form I know :)

Silent Night
Something stirs in the silent night,
Leaves rustle, someone moves, just out of sight,
Who is it that I search for,
Forever lost in this maze, on this silent night

I am a prisoner of my thoughts,
Unable to comprehend, what stirs beneath,
What is it that I yearn for,
That I can see, but remains out of sight.

Maybe it is not yet time, for me to know
Perchance, tomorrow it will show
And the plan will be revealed to me,
But tonight, I wander the silent night

In the fleeting shadows,
I see remnants of the bygone past
They are not the first, nor shall they be, the last

I chance upon a clear meadow,
A glimmer of moonlight shines through the trees,
I catch a glimpse of the ever elusive
I know who it is, yet it cannot be

Perhaps I was better lost,
In search of an answer,
For, now though I may have the key,
The door unlocked, may never be

For I fear what lies ahead,
I find a strange comfort in the confines of my head
For opening the door, a pandora's box may unleash,
Do I go though, or do I refrain
It may yield joy, yet may cause pain

For all the complexities my mind may resolve,
This simple problem, it cannot solve
For the future I cannot fortell,
The key to another's mind I do not have
At this juncture, will I forever dwell?
Am I destined for a happily ever after?
Or am I doomed to search for the answer right,
Lost in this maze, on this silent night.