Find

You can find me in faraway destinations,

in the blazing sun, with many faces.

The shape of lips are reflected in exotic locals,

in a smile from a stranger’s kiss.

In the dunes of foreign sands, you’ll see,

the curve of hips swaying gently.

To some unknown tune you’ll hear,

me humming softly in your ear.

Do not bemoan the distance, from here to there

Simply close your eyes and think of me;

I will be there.

In the willows under the tree, there I’ll be

My arms can be felt, just you see.

You can hear my laughter in the burbling of a spring

My hair you touch as you run your fingers through tall grasses.

This aching loneliness, detached mentality; it all passes.

Do not despair the lonely hours…