10/22/18

True Love

Is a mystery, a myth

An abyss

That I miss

When I miss

our kiss

Is a mural, a painting

The light of day fading

Where I am debating

What needs done waiting

Is a cloud, the sky

A big question mark by the ‘why’

When birds can’t fly

High

Besides

My crystal cool skies

Is an idea

The playa

Free-er

Than a wheel

I always imagined being with him

Lights under the dim

My soulmate twin

A dolphin without a fin

But he is leaving

I found out tonight

And I am grieving

And so, I pray twice

That all is well

Instead of not

And I swore not to tell

That I have found out what I sought