Played for the final time, it is clear I have

No business here, surfing in surface tides

For love and happening solo souls to come

Inside and hang with me, see what love is

True on balance, So …

I must go deep now … run with the salmon

And keep my distance quiet, unseen, so the

Cacophony can’t reach or torture me again,

Basking here in sunlight rays, waiting to be

Loved, needed, wanted and admired by one

I Love who will love in equal measure, too …

Perhaps it is not in the plan for me, I think

Now, but so don’t want to believe … that I am

Of an age in years and experience beyond the

Desire of younger souls who turn only to the

Reflected image to determine their appeal …

for One who will romp and rave in bedroom

chambers, but offer less in substance than I?

Or is it the New Age spin that scares them off …

The spiritual realm in which I soar & seek such

Comfort, guidance to carry me these long solo

Journeys in an unforgiving wilderness where

No soul ever travels far, I surmise, to see me,

Even for the offering … as it will test them so,

Just to see and be seen, to ponder such depth,

And believe it Real …

But one day soon, She WILL come to me, seek

Me out and find me here, wondering where I, in

Truth have been, so I must be Ready, eager for

the adventure to begin, and BE … in Love …

                                           __©2007 Phyllis A Travis__