A Song For The Man I Love

Written for Aphrodite Even when I see you far away, walking by yourself over dunes along the seashore, you are really at my side in a pine grove. Even when you are absorbed in painting, looking intently at colors blending or figures emerging, I am really holding your hand and staring into your eyes. It cannot be otherwise: Love has multiplied our beings, because this passion is too intense for just one pair of lovers to contain. I have endured passionless days, I have waited through empty nights. All the pleasures of solitude exhausted, all the distractions of frivolity drained. And what of you? Rumors abound of a man who seeks the truest woman for the truest love. He follows leads from friends and strangers, trying to discover the one true path. Others tell of a man who walks in wide circles, confident he will eventually find his true love inside one of them. I will assume the role of a pilgrim, my walking staff will measure the distance between my loneliness and your grace of being. I will assume the role of a prospector, and dig for gold in the least likely places, because it is your golden presence I need. I will become a scholar, and haunt libraries like a ghost gliding from book to book seeking the one which tells your story and shows how I become part of it.