Love Letter 166 I Was Waiting For A Song

I searched for you

in daylight

velvet folds in God's cloth, revealed only opiate suns

but

no trace

of that loveliness I have come to know as You

throughout playgrounds

cattails

rivergrass

waterfalls

into the shade, I went

with bicycles leaning

and trains stopped

between sun up and sun down

I came to know the experience of now

where all things touch

the weight of a blade of grass

the halo of drifting snow

the way wind embellishes a field

and how dawn differs from dusk

I moved my palm into my shadow

and there, in the bend

of my own infinite puzzle

I came to see

how

You

are invisible

to all my longings

and stretching

and counting

and winding

of the clock I think you tic on

You are visible

to all the blades of grass, and drifting snow and fields

and Your palm

is the dawn and dusk

and in your shadow

still there's sun

and now

I pull away the idea

of day

and nocturnal

and just begin

pulling the string of sound

across

that hallowed ground

and there you are

right here

In Love

Your Beloved