Lost
I am Lost
in the Epic Poem of Finding You.
Of Loving You.
I am Lost in the Epic Poem of Love.
Of the Realization of it,
of my Fear of it,
of my Hope for it.
We are not a Coincidence.
I don't believe in Coincidences.
I believe in a God who Loves His people
And who has placed Us Together
Like the stars He placed three thousand years ago.
I am Lost
in the Possibility that You are The One,
in my Hopes of the Probability.
For in my Dreams and Hopes for my Future
I Find You.
During the Darkness of Night,
in unaccompanied state,
I Find myself wanting to be by Your side.
In no ways Unmorally. No.
By Your side
asleep in Your arms
Terrorizing the Parentage
though we are of Good Ethics.
This Physical Desire of Closeness is Wrong
in my Christened mind.
But it is There and now You Know It.
I am Lost
in a jungle of Emotions
that are
Right.
And Wrong.
Love so Young some people don't believe in it.
Love so Strong I am frightened by it.
Fear that I am Wrong
and This is not Love
Overwhelms my senses.
Fear that it is and I have no told You
Dominates my thoughts.
And Of Course
Fear that You do not Feel Similarly
and I am a Fool.
I am Lost
in Song of Songs,
that great Book of Love
in my Book of Belief.
The striking images of Love
so clearly outlined in its verses.
Images I Hope to recreate with You,
my Wild God-given Prince.
And the Great quote from Song of Solomon
'I have found the one whom my soul loves.'
Endlessly
I Wonder if for me
that is You.
If I have been Gifted,
this early,
with the Greek-named Soul Mate.
Called such for the Divided Bodies
the gods Cracked Open
for Fear of their Power with four arms and legs.
I am Lost
In the fact that we are Opposites
and yet Parallels.
Both Lunatics,
but You like orange juice and not oranges.
I like oranges, but not orange juice.
Words flow to me and out of me Effortlessly.
You are Constantly at War with them.
Especially Poetry.
How Ironic that I am describing You
in a Poem.
I am Lost,
Completely Lost,
on the Path of You.
My Steps on this Path are Untraceable,
even if I had left a hundred breadcrumbs.
No Boy
no Man
could ever replace
what You have done to my Heart
My Soul
or my Mind.
I am Lost.
Thoroughly and Totally
Lost.
