I searched for you today.
Upon awakening I became aware of how unfinished I am without you.
I searched for you today.
From everywhere and nowhere you beckoned me.
You called for my attention – No you demanded it.
I searched for you today.
Sometimes light and undefined, sometimes as a poignant ache or thrill, all of my senses experienced your call.
I searched for you today.
For your call presumed upon all thought, movement, and experience.
It interrupted and reminded me that all happiness is fleeting without you.
I searched for you today.
I thought I saw you once as the morning sun broke through a dull grey/white bank of clouds.
For a second of a second you were near me – and then gone.
I searched for you today.
I thought I heard your voice whisper my name, calling me from my place across the sea.
I turned and found only the wind and waves crashing across the jetty.
I searched for you today.
I reviewed cataloged memories, testing them, observing the many facets of my experience of you. Believing that you will never leave me or forsake me.
I searched for you today.
Sometimes frantic, sometimes at rest, but always watchful for signs of your presence.
I searched for you today.
I saw the silver/white shimmer of the moonlight on the waves forming an other-worldly highway across the water to the place where you are.
I searched for you today.
Within a myriad of thoughts, experiences, and sensations you were sought.
The gentle intimacy between a father and his daughter.
A fragrance which awakens the senses.
A beautiful strain of music which stirs the soul.
Touch, taste, textures, sounds, sights, aromas, all hint at beauty consummated.
They all hint, beckon, and remind me of you.
I searched for you today.
This is absolutely wonderful. I love how it relates to any love and yet at the end it is your daughter. Perfection. She is a lucky gal to have you as her dad.
Hey friend. I appreciate you being here. Thank you for your kind and thoughtful comments. Blessings
This one made me cry -a good cry.
Hugs and sweetness
It must have been a dream, that you were gone, yet, your words speak of my own yearning to return to this groovy place, where words caress me, and carry me to that which is reflected within:
“I saw the silver/white shimmer of the moonlight on the waves forming an other-worldly highway across the water to the place where you are.”
Upon waking, my fingers danced across the keys, following the image from your own hand, toward a part of home which had been locked, and quiet, holding echoes of a memory. For a moment I was unsure if I heard notes, a music which drew me in, and following, as if enchanted by a piper, the portal appeared.
Yes!
Perhaps I can get my boy to find some music to accompany this. I’ve not done much lately outside of work and remodeling at the house. I have missed yall
This poetry would make a beautiful song. Have you considered seeking out and collaborating with a vocalist?
No mam. I’ve just been gathering all this stuff up and putting it it one place. Its been done over several years. Now I’m going through it trying to make some sense of it all. That may be a good idea
Go for it!
Wholesome and beautiful.
I think I’m a little in awe of the conversation you carry on with your soul. I haven’t been able to get there yet. It’s pretty incredible. You’re so articulate.
How beautiful. The audio added to the sensitivity of the poem.
That makes me happy. Thank you. I will go back and fix them them. I figure that I cant sing but I wish I could. Most of the stuff I write, I write as though I were going to read it aloud or sung. I hear it.
What you have written is exquisite. I was moved by this. I haven’t listened to the recording as yet but will do so. Beautiful words that tap into how deep our longings are to never be parted from love.
Whatever that is in me has been there as long as I can remember. I have loved it and hated it but need it desperately. It is the best part of me I think. Thank you for your addition to my thoughts and feelings. You are welcome here.
How beautiful. The audio is an enhancement to the sensitivity of the poem.
How beautiful. The audio was an enhancement to the poem’s sensitivity.