It’s not love
but the story we fall for
the story we seek in the mundane,
the ordinary,
the predictable
we look for signs
for stars in dust
for songs to come alive
for messengers to arrive
from distant lands
bringing gifts
of hope, faith and trust
of answers to questions
dragging their feet in mud
we look for closure
for completion
vindication
and long awaited arrivals
and departures
It’s not love we seek
but what it releases
saves, protects, cherishes
what it tells us about
our selves
and our journey
through
the search for forever
it is not love
its the idea of home
of having found the last piece
of a cosmic puzzle
and the idea of being found
and fitting into a story we wrote a long time ago..
a story we hoped we would live one day.
It’s not love.
It’s life we seek.
That’s all we want.
To come alive.