He claims I cannot miss him

Says he is everywhere. He is life…

He is sleep…he is the best of me.

Indeed, ubiquitously life’s rhythm!

As I gaze off o’er the distance

Slowly focus at second glance;

Carved amidst the mountain’s face

Majestic beauty his form doth grace.

Deep, dark pool though seemingly opaque

Materialized him, shimmering across the lake;

Cradled within a soft nimbus so high

In blissful slumber I see him lie.

In the hypnotic aura of evenings’ glow

His seductive smile doth clearly show;

Quickly glides down a radiant moon beam

Unveiled by night, follows me to dream.

Is his heart unfettered, does it beat true

Or must my heart keep cadence for two?

I wonder, can he see reflected, my face, my figure?

….Perhaps we are each others mirror.

So believe him when he says he is there

You cannot miss him, for he’s everywhere;

In God’s light, the expanse of all that be

With every breath I take, his presence fills me!
D.Faye Nail