|
|
|
|
|
|
"Searching"
@Uootem
This unending pursuit persists...
searching for a glimpse of you,
a stolen moment from so long ago,
feeling so unfulfilled without you.
I can still feel love's presence of your voice...
the words you once uttered in passion,
made magic in my soul's awareness,
now heard only as an echoing whisper.
As each day recedes into night,
sunlight dimming... moonlight expanding.
The resonance of your words spoken... fading.
Now I am the one with words to speak.
Yet they go unspoken... again
for there is no one left to hear.
Words filled with pent up feelings,
that I sometimes doubted...
like "Me too u".
Words that I have wanted to offer you,
that have haunted me all these years,
Words that I now know are true.
I feel both the warmth of the sunlight
and the power of the moon at night,
each in their own time show their countenance.
I feel the texture of your words and mine
both speaking of the memories of "us",
yours of long ago, mine continuing on.
As I turn through the pages of my poems...
and wonder why I have written so many,
it is you that I find between each line.
Each line born of frustration in losing you.
Now I go to sleep confident that
you will be the subject of my dreams, nevertheless!
|
|
|
|
|
|