It is so cold and I can’t find you.
No, I’m not talking about a lover, you see it is this place I have come to know. From stories, from dreams, from love from the depth of my gut. You used to keep to me warm. Now I’ve grown up and come to know you’re not the same anymore and I keep searching in vain.
Every time I see your children, hear your name, recognize the sound of your voice I get this sensation that only vibrates a fraction of the warmth I used to get when I was inside you in my mother’s womb and inside tales of you.
Where are you. Why is it so hard to find you. Though I don’t regret having felt you. I curse this feeling ’cause there ain’t really a cure.
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