Looking under rocks and crags, climbing over mountains and hills, pulling down branches... metaphorically looking every where out and deeply within for the kind of love that I so desperately hoped existed, that perfect love, when in fact I already had it.
There were nights I wanted the kind of embrace that filled my soul with content so that I was no longer empty. I didn't think that at the moment, I had access to this kind of love, so I kept pining and whining to my heart that I wanted more, of something else. I looked and asked; gave up on some, wanted for others. Ached for a few and balked at more. When all along it was there.
Oh and as I say it, it sounds trite, corny and even foolish this love but when I think of how it makes me feel, and how little it asks of me...it is better than what I have ever had.
This lover has never held me with hands but only wind and heat. It's song is full of many notes but no lyrics that speak. It flirts with the movement of leaves... shows me strength with the peak of mountains rising high above me. Storms are it's way of revealing vulnerability and the quiet of the night is where I find romance and peace.
I have always been at my best when I am with it; Always my most kind, my most patient and least destructive. I rarely ask for more but only of the same. It is the perfect relationship.
It has seduced me without even trying and I always return to it, remembering each time that perfect embrace. As I've walked the earth looking for more of something else, something better, I didn't realize that this love has been the most satisfying love I have ever known and with me all the time.
What a fool I have been...I think I'll go sit with the trees.