The Search.

by peter adams

Posted to Poetry on 2004-04-09 15:57:00

The Search.

I intensify,
Weaving through narrow stepped streets,
Calling for your love.

I silently pray,
Your eyes to light my path,
Warmth descends, engulfs.

I’d somehow sensed,
Your hand stretched, reaching to me,
Fingers touch then part.

Happiness at last,
I sleep again to cry out,
Your name, un-ending.