the woman who is,- though never was...... by;mark. ( Archived) (5)

i seek you in the quiet dawn,
by the glassy lake in the forest,
and in the rustic alleyways of the city,
still, you are not there.,though i feel your passion, sense your scent.
i look for you in poetry, art, music, theatre,classic literature,landscapes,
architecture,daydreams,-nightdreams,-meditation,psychic shimmers,
and in the stillness of my heart and soul,- in my intelligence,- in my humor and in my folly.where are you...?

i know you are there in lifes colourful tapestry.
i care for you like a love-sick guardian angel...................
i sit on a step crying like a child who feels the world too overwhelming.
i search and i wait for you.
your beautiful eyes warm me from afar in the winter,-
iam filled with yearning to love you wholly in the spring,
we cry together with joy in the summer and laugh at everything,
...we laugh at it all.
we hold hands in autumn as brown leaves crackle under-foot
and skip , throwing our scarves in the air , beneath the old windmill.
......in an abandoned cottage , we make love.

the years caskade and fall like burnt out stars..........

still i relentlessly search for you sweet angel....where are you now...?