I look for you
In the morning - I look for you
In the crowd.
In the faces of strangers, in places I wager you are waiting just up around the corner to be found.
In the music - I look for you
In sound.
In words of the poets, it’s the thread God I know it, if I follow it just might let me find you.
In the skies- I look for you
In the hawk.
In the screech of its answer, to the sound of prayerful banter; I feel like you’ve somehow always just heard.
In the silence- I look for you.
In the smoke.
In the long contemplation, the maduro meditation your memory sings on the wisps of the disciples while plumes.
In the pain - I look for you.
In the joy.
In the commingled answers, the questions still dances on the all too fresh scars I both cherish and curse.
In the healing - I look for you
In the peace.
In the undiminished power, still blooming like wild flowers a radiant beauty longingly adored, yet not owned.
In the story- I look for you
In the grace.
In the unfinished tale, where bright hope prevails where queens and warriors find a true home.
I look for you- ever always look for you.
In that looking
In that sacred quest, I’m finding me in the shadows a king released from the gallows a soul un-resigned at last.
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