The evening comes, and I think of you.
And the morning, and the afternoon, and the night- for
I shared it all with you.
I feel your absence in the bleached asphalt,
My feet treading over spaces alone and
I feel your absence in the cloudless sky-
You are not here to see it with me.
I feel your absence in every meal;
I prepare them alone with little thought
And I feel your absence in the sheets
Of night, which had become our haven.
My heart opens and blossoms, my heart
Expands and moves like the shifting
Tides and my heart asks me questions
That I must answer with utmost honesty.
My heart beckons and I follow without
Hesitation. Yet where it often leads
I find I am alone and wandering.
I am wandering and wondering whether
It will ever settle down, if there
Is a place I might feel safely at home.
My heart moves forward, emanating all emotion
And my heart comprehends the hollow wood that
I encounter along the road. I walk across
This world and feel the stretching of dusty
Wings; They encompass the span of the backroads
And hidden places where I am sure to
Find what.
Find what and then fly.
