Hemlocked Heart

I hunt for you.
In woods and opera houses,
Scouring farmers markets,
And baseball stadiums,
Straining my eyes
To take on the full moon

And on the other side of eternity
Rests the answer,
You. You cloaked in a mystery
Four winds bound to leather.

And me, me, I am
I am dragged across starlight
Splintered in slim darkness
I search,
I searched,
I searched to find.
And now that I stand before you
Wrapped in a clarity that confuses
Even myself

If you dare to show your face,
If you are more than reflections
If you have ears and eyes
If you can recognize the determination in mine

You know, as I do,
Bows and arrows can’t catch the wind
You cannot skin nor carve what might have been
My newest lament, veiled and waiting
Was wrestled into releasing
What I was not born to know