Searching for,,,,

Searching for,,,,

Be you transparent to me,

yet a mystery still.

How good the passion was that I felt,

But lost in shimmering broad daylight,

The way has become. 

Shifting defiantly between people

And other people in our lives,

With nothing to lose but the trail of love.
With hopeful abandon,

 Our bodies seek paths back to each other,

Not knowing why.

Only seeking still.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

The meaning will become clear...it usually does. I don't know, but it's been that way for me. That's what I got from this. Nice work, Raymond.

[Lyn Anderson]

This is a beautiful write as always, and with tremendous insight into this crazy condition we call being human.

[Miss Marlette]

This happened to me. We keep going back sometimes, not knowing why, only seeking. Great one!