A seeker’s heart
She had a seeker’s heart.
Drawn by silent call from far away,
saying that my love only,
was enough to make her stay.
Though I held that card,
that card would I never play.
For I knew what she did not.
In truth that call would never cease,
and she would always be
looking for the flight of winter geese
and the ebbing tide
to take her from me in sweet release .
I too have a seeker’s heart.
Called by voices silent, deep in mind,
that lie behind many doors,
which I’m drawn to open and find,
that which awaits me within,
so I may see, before again rendered blind.
She could not travel on my path
nor I her seas, though the same we sought,
so seek still we must, yet alone,
for the something that us together brought
cannot quell the passion
that within we seekers has been wrought.