THE ENDLESS SEARCH

Where will it be that I shall rediscover you ---all over,

when we have crossed the coma of night.
What pages of what story, a line of what song or poem.  

What phase of remembered music?
Our ways have not always paralleled,

we have appointed no X hill or crossroad, no unmistakable landmark,

like a star or a lighthouse........No absolute hour...

like high noon or the curfew hour.
It may be we shall meet on the trackless outskirt of the land
on a path too narrow to pass each other by...

or a thronged thoroughfare...where the harassed mind blacks out against the sea of faces, retreats into non-recognition.
A street recalled - revisited, a nameless beach,

a deserted downtown corner Sunday morning,

or Time Square at 12:01 of a brand new year.
A masquerade, when the last late dance and dancers lift their mask.
Or will we simply waken side by side one day

like disenchanted lovers in a legend,
beautiful with sleep and whole with love---

remember only the last long parting of our lips before sleep took us