Seeking

At night when I lie sleeping in my bed,

My worries, my fears, held captive at noon,

Now turn to despair unleashed by sleep, led

From lonely heart toward the lonely moon.

My soul cries for love, always sought, ne’er found,

As a desolate wave crosses the sea,

Seeking ever blindly in constant round

To fill this hole within where love should be.

My soul, beaten like the sand on the shore

Being crushed by the tide rushing in,

Is tossed through life without my love to soar

My spirit and save me from ocean’s din.

            The sun, so pure and strong, dispels despair.

            The night is wrong: my love will find me fair.

By Karen Dewey

5/21/02