Everywhere I look I see his face.
Behind my 3rd Eye.
In my heart.
My solar plexus yearns for his touch to be mine.
My sacral longs to spill our love on each other.
My root longs to hold his hand
Forever grounded.
My throat chakra can only speak his name.
My crown chakra sends unconditional love
Down my spine, into his.

I am lost
I am found.
I am waylaid,
I move forward.
I spin,
I stand still.
I reach for him
Across the miles
And feel his touch in my dreams.

But reality evades me,
It cannot be.
Where do I go now?
I melt into a puddle
Awaiting alchemy.

The poetry I publish in my blog is for the most part, freshly written.  I wrote this poem months ago, and never published it.  Guess it was just too personal then.  Just found it, and thought I’d publish it now.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Picture from Google Images