I
awake and ache.

Stiff
from being flat out

Tired
of tossing and turning for the right position

That
is instantly the wrong position.

 

My
limbs get numb

Rest
yields restlessness.

It
has been so many years in this body.

 

A
flower, a plant,

No
matter the twisting will

Turn
and turn again to face the sun.

Where
can I seek the light of love?

 

Is
seeking is the secret of the universe?

I
certainly seek being in the right place at the right time doing the right
thing.

 

My
quest has found love

Lost
love

Ignored
love

Dumped
love

Fought
for love and

Loved
so hard it turned into a fight.

 

I
yearn body and soul for the simple life

To
turn my head to the sun

But
I simply get twisted.

 

If
I could only

Take
direction from the trees

Grass
green

Leaves
falling

Mountain
stillness

 

Even
if beyond all clouds

Fierce
screaming winds

Sideways
rain obscuring sight

White
snow blindness

Frozen
in a glacier

 

I
have no other task but to seek.