Searching with my eyes looking for all things missing:
Love, playful and sweet, lost
Searching with my eyes for all love's being:
With me, for me and beside me.
Searching with my eyes I find wary removed mocking.
Watchful, you stay within.
Searching with my eyes I find no look that starts with joyful knowing
No tender touch, no heat warms me through the night.
Again I am disappointed, bereft of love and loving I end.
I sink within to that place where neither pleasure nor pain can find me.
May 14, 2005
Saturday, May 14, 2005
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