Even in forlorn places
I seek your face
A maze of myriads
And mirages
Assault my senses of reality
I can’t decide
if its all a fantasy
even if it’s a futile ride
But I do know you aint a dream
For I saw you at the crystal stream
My heart got lost in space
When you waded in for that swim
manifesting grace
I watched, feeling guilty
As if observing something holy
In my carnal sinful me..
Sometimes a face appears
Briefly in a crowd, then disappears
Almost you
But.....bother me blue
Sometimes, a walk in the park in a daze
And shapes like you in someone’s embrace
Maybe it you?
But...
And so the search continues…..
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