I see you,
In the bright, blooming hibiscus,
In the gentle flow of a creek,
In the morning sun.
I hear you,
In the wistful caress of a violin string,
In the rattle of the oak leaves falling,
In the coo of the rock dove.
I smell you,
In the gardenias that beckon me.
I taste you,
in the bead of the honey.
I feel you,
In the soft droplets of spring rain,
In the hollowness of my bed.
In the beat of my lonely heart.
I miss you,
The way the white-winged dove
Misses the sky when it’s caged.
I feel caged by my longing,
My yearning for you.
I will never have you wholly.
Through my senses, through
Nature, I behold you partly.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
I see you,
In the bright, blooming hibiscus,
In the gentle flow of a creek,
In the morning sun.
I hear you,
In the wistful caress of a violin string,
In the rattle of the oak leaves falling,
In the coo of the rock dove.
I smell you,
In the gardenias that beckon me.
I taste you,
in the bead of the honey.
I feel you,
In the soft droplets of spring rain,
In the hollowness of my bed.
In the beat of my lonely heart.
I miss you,
The way the white-winged dove
Misses the sky when it’s caged.
I feel caged by my longing,
My yearning for you.
I will never have you wholly.
Through my senses, through
Nature, I behold you partly.
But it will never be enough.