In Search Of

I lost the one that I once loved,
so now there's something missin'.
It isn't she, its something else.
It is there when I listen,

to that place, where the longing lives,
the place that cries with thunder.
Where friends just can't touch, where we feel,
so much, including joy and hunger.

Still, I have much, of what I want,
as I go on day by day.
The love of friends and family,
and lessons learned on the way.

Those taught by ones who's love is giv'n,
ninety minutes at a time,
who lead again, where I have been,
who's lessons are truly mine.

And wisdom learned from deep inside,
melding the old with the new.
Gentle peace that follows pain,
"the only way out is through".

The joy of music, and the touch,
of lyric and poetry.
Good cheese and bread, a glass of wine,
and my friends in company.

I lean on my friends when I need,
and I give to them when I can.
It helps to know that they're out there.
It feels like part of a plan.

Work is alright.  Money is tight.
I've got both sunshine and rain.
As long as I try, I'll get by,
and I really can't complain.

But still I feel there is something,
that simply is not all right.
It clings to me, yet subtly,
through both the day and the night.

It speaks to me of another,
Who's heart is both true and wise.
One who both, can see and feel me,
when she looks into my eyes.

Someone who has earned great wisdom,
from her own lessons well learned.
Who is tempered by trials of fire,
but who's spirit has not been burned.

Someone who chooses to believe,
with faith, the same as I do,
that through this life we are all meant,
to continue, two by two.

If we should chance upon to meet,
and learn one another's name.
And come through time to see each other,
as both different and the same.

Then two with inner strength and hope,
will listen, think and feel,
with give and take and compromise,
that lets us both be real.

And with this care filled balancing,
one and one add up to three.
It is not hard to understand,
there's you, there's us, and there's me.

I lost the one that I once loved,
and there was something missing.
But we have found it, even more.
With love, and touch, and kissing.
 

1990/04/13