In the quiet hum of a world that spun, A silent seeking, known to none, My soul, a traveler in a misted land, With a hollow ache I didn’t understand.
It searched in crowds and sunlit cafes, Through whispered nights and hurried days, For a melody it faintly knew, A missing piece, a kindred hue.
And then, across a crowded room, A sudden stillness chased the gloom. It wasn’t a shout, or a trumpet’s call, But a gentle, knowing, rise and fall.
My soul saw you, and in that gaze, An end to all my wandering days. It wasn’t a shock, or a grand design, Just a quiet whisper, “You are mine.”
Oh, there you are, it softly sighed, With an ebbing of a lonely tide. I’ve been looking for you, it seemed to say, And all the missing fell away.
Pam Beach “Beyond the Blog”
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