Taste on my tongue still lingers
though the memories have faded a bit
I wander... though not lost....
searching for the essence of divinity
confusion besets me with the nagging thought
that my only hope is to find its ultimate source
but I look down each path...
seeing the footprints left by those who know.
and I follow...... hopeful.... elated...
at times, a bit harried, fearful of the oncoming tide
that washes the footprints from the beach
will I be left standing again,
lost and alone?
I cry to the stars....
the endless sky
I am small....
will she hear me...
will she care...
some say she cares only about creation,
destruction and the rising flow
but I want to be cared for...
to know the peace
to feel the fullness of life..
beating in my breast
 so I cry out...
and quiet the other voices in my head
 telling me to be still,
I will not be slient....
she is listening......
I will be heard...... 
weeping, I tremble in the cold dark night
stones of sand, weathered and refined
cold under me, as I fall, and sleep
dreaming of your warmth, your light
pluck the stars from the sky to shine in your eyes
and in the dream, I look to the stone wall
and on the stone wall, there is an ancient mirror
and in the mirror, I see a pair of starlit eyes
and I realize
the eyes are mine
I am she
she is me
and I am heard
dagger in hand I carve my name upon the stone wall
and weep a new tear, a different tear, a tear... of hope..
it falls to the stone
and follows the crevice
it finds the stream of life
and we flow