Pondering

What to do with a minds confusion

Light so fused with a mighty question

Where is she hiding?

Will I find love again?

Am I so blind as to not see that I am right beside her

God, I miss her

then and now, still and ineffably 

Ahead of me is grief, healing of split seams

An ending not foreseen

Daring me to question

With this then, perhaps I still believe

Where is she hiding

Will I find love again?

Am I so blind as to not see that I am right beside her

God, when I die, will I reunite with her

Will I find her then? 

 

Will we rise again to the beat of souls clapping to pure intent

Will we find the measure of our sacrifice in a quiet den

Can I confide in my friend to ask the question

Where is she hiding

Will I find love again?

Reviews

[fireblossom]

Sweet longing. A great poem. The repeated question is a good choice Matthew.

All around an enjoyable read.

[Snapdragon]

I like the idea that the one you've been right beside you as your friend. I think that's the way it happens sometimes. This ha a timeless quality that is really charming.