Quest

Quest

I do not know your ways, but one
that sings its way inside my skin:
the warmth of opening to your sun - too close to lose,
too far to win.
In separateness we know our love,
as waking, dreams come to the mind.
Groping reality's edge, we move,
dumb creatures, crippled, aching, blind.
Then, hold my hands across the miles, beyond time,
continents and sound.
Know me and kiss me with recognition's smiles,
till through our seeking
we are found.