Am I looking in the right places?
Fragments of you scattered
across blank pages
and left in empty rooms.
I’m searching for you
in the shelves of libraries,
and in the silent shadows
of abandoned cemeteries.
I swear I hear you,
when I’m walking away
quickly from the crowd,
and in the dark of my room.
At times I feel you,
lovesick and tender;
broken by the plot line or
made full by the act of kindness.
I’m alone with you now
in the quiet galleries,
beneath the goddess
showing me the way.
Weathered finger pointing
to the seat of your throne,
close to my core and
surrounding all I am.
~JL©2015
The Lion's Share 