Seeking

Sometimes I sit

thinking only of you.

My heart grows calm

as tears fall from my eyes.

 

Sometimes I walk

watching my steps.

But my mind and my heart

are only with you.

 

If only my arms

could find you to hold.

If only my eyes

could see you again.

 

All that I hear

is only clatter,

that which isn’t

Your voice.

 

I shake my head

to clear the noise.

I call Your name,

and I call Your name.

 

I call Your name

in my lonely heart.

How long

must we be apart?

 

As I sit

tears are falling from my eyes.

What I’ve been and what I am,

and what I may become.

 

These tears

are of sorrow and of joy.

For what was and is,

and what is to come.

 

~FS