searching for love

my beloved,


there is no love

so perfect

as your love for me

though i search

the entire surface of this earth

i cannot find it


the other loves

leave me empty

for yours alone

can fill this void in me


no one understands me

like you do

no one


though i try

to give myself

i fail to be received

though i try

to speak of my desire

it falls upon deaf ears


and there is this aching emptiness

where there once was only you

and i want you back

for you alone

can enter this vast cavern of my soul

you alone

know the way to the crevice

and i long to reveal myself to you


i revisit the places

where you have discovered me

hoping you will remember

and return

but the landscape has so changed

and i can’t find you there


still i wait


that you will keep searching

the entire surface of the earth

until you find your way back to me

night visitor

you come

like a thief in the night

hiding behind a mask

and you sneak upon me

surprising me in your attack

and your grip is so tight

that i cannot escape the pain

it squeezes my heart

till the tears flow from it

like water from a sponge

then, at knifepoint you take

what you want from my soul

and then steal away into the dark

leaving me bleeding

huddled and crying


and i know

even small as i am

that something precious is gone


i am

an iceberg

what you see

is but a fraction

of the magnitude of me

deep beneath the surface

i exist in this underwater world

where you cannot map my contours

so perhaps you should steer a wide berth

so that i don’t hurt you with my movements

my child

my child,


i hear your song of  wonder

at the blossoming of my rose

within vessel of your soul

and I long for you to realize

that when I behold your beauty

I see a precious, priceless vase

and I yearn to be beheld by you

for you are a most valuable container

in which my bud of Love unfolds

and I cherish you




you have taken the shattered pieces

of my broken soul

and lovingly restored me

in your gentle hands

to a silhouette of intact wholeness

and i long to be a worthy vessel of your love

to contain the waters of your sustenance

within the delicate contours

of my once shattered soul

yet i cannot gaze upon myself

and see a thing of beauty

help me to behold myself

through your apraising eyes

as a flawed yet cherished treasure

worthy of Your love




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