seeker*

seek and yet not find
ask and no answers given
knock but no one opens
I go through life searching
perfect love my goal
but instead
imperfection is all that I behold
amidst the aloneness
the anguish of a heart
that beats so out of pace
desperately it hopes in vain
for another to understand its pain
another heart that knows
appreciates its joy accepts its woes
and flies as high in exultation
with one voice, one heartbeat some one
on and on I search until
one day as fate would have its say
I stumble on some dank alley off the beaten way
a fellow feeler of the same
in rhythm and frequency
resonance in perfect phase
too good to be true it seems so uncanny
words, plodding words
so cumbersome and slow
so much to say that telepathy’s needed
to share all that I feel and know






* written in the distant past