It’s difficult to write a verse
That doesn’t seem contrived
When all I want is to know his name
And have him by my side.
My world is alive with music
The moment I’m asleep
My soul takes flight to search for him
The one whose being I seek.
I sing with birds in a garden
Flitting along the lane
Yearning to catch a glimpse of he
Who gently speaks my name.
In ever-widening circles I seek
Through worlds not seen in waking
My heart pounds restless in my ears
A tempest of my own making.
Shall I always seek but never find
The soul whose breath is one with mine?
From deep inside the answer’s clear –
He is already here, my Dear!