Lost,
Wandering;
I’ve sought her redeeming grace,
As an image
To guide my heart

I first caught sight of her,
watching me through a doe’s deep brown eyes
Since then, I have heard her whispering in the wind
And through a dove’s mourning songs;
Images of love speaking to my heart.

I’ve felt her warmth shining down on me through the golden rays of the sun.
And known her presence underneath the shade of a tree.
I have seen her reflections mirrored in loved ones around me
And heard her lyrics through their songs;
Images of love speaking to my heart.

Now, she beckons to me through my dreams,
As a muse guiding me,
An image of love trapped inside my heart.

Awakening at dawn,
I know it is her voice which animates this poem
Flowing through my soul.
It is her sighs and passionate cries that move me to sing this song;
This love locked inside my heart

Seeking at-one-ment
She sings,
‘Take this key,
Unlock the door,
And allow me to be a melody
Flowing from heart to heart’