where are you
oh lovely being
the scratch that eases
my itch
the jokester
that tempts me
and produces within me
a fit of unending giggles
where are you
my strong armed giant
the one that lifts me
way above the pain
and swings me high
until i land exhausted
and content
on a hillside of reverie
where are you*
savior of me
with offerings of hope
when i'm feeling hopeless
joy when i'm sad
solid ground
after drifting endlessly
on waves of uncertainty
i need to find you
i need to feel you
i need to know
if you are truly
real.