Love Song (III)

I look for you but do not see;
the pounding of my heavy footfall
does nothing to draw you close;
instead, you fly like the blue jay

from the branch

as I watch from below, standing, waiting.

I search, backtracking, trying to erase the frightening sound,
but you are already far off over the mountain.

So I wait, and I will wait,
a shepherd for her lamb,
a lamb for her rescuer
I wait for you,
for us, in the garden;
you are worth my patience,

and we are worth the energy it takes

to choose love each time, every time.

I look for you
and know your cheek will touch mine again;
soon I will drink, I will breathe you in again.

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