No More Searching

I was a searcher before I began my search.

I would look everywhere, but where I was going, to find…

For what, for who, for why.

My search first began in the clouds,

surely something in the heavens would give me answers.

I searched in people,

Surely the older, wiser ones would know.

I tiptoed through my memories,

As I searched within myself.

All I found were the breadcrumbs of a feeling

I’d yet to experience.

I had become a wanderer though uncharted, hazy, mists.

My travels brought me no closer to the truth.

In the mirror of my own voice,

I found no answers.

When you spoke my name,

Whispered it between shadow and light,

I saw the clarity of your presence.

I felt the stillness from my storm.

I found the symphony, the rhythm that is you.

I am no longer in search of you.

You awakened the poet in me.

You gave me the outline of a life, of which I’d only dreamed.

I could no longer remain the same. You taught me that…

To love

To be loved

Is to be changed…forever.