leading (a poem for Her)

this is a poem that i had sent April 26 at 8:12pm....

when i thought she would never see me...

...but she did.

leading

once his eyes had healed,

from the burns of an acid tongue,

he started to see again.

it was a long tired road to travel...

alone.

he marveled at his first sights,

the earth he had felt before,

slowly becoming 'visible' again.

it all filled his longingly empty soul almost...

full

his newfound sight made everything,

new smells,

tastes,

and could finally,

hear his heart on the outside.

it was all so much, and yet not...

enough.

what was he looking for that was not,

already right in front of him,

what was it he was still longing?

it was a lack of love for his honest...

soul.

the search had begun for him,

to find the muse that his heart,

was leading him to.

it was presented so lovingly with lone...

condition.

he was told,

as much as he could care,

the muse was unattainable,

and was not,

in need of the soul of man.

it was this condition that left him...

wanting.

his path stopped at the edge of her soul,

while her path surrounded him in circle,

with many tributaries leading her else.

it was the only way, perfectly...

imperfect.

it was almost a half life to arrive,

and he was so tired of traveling,

with no shoes on the troubled path.

it was she who gave him the lift...

away.

he had been led,

and carried,

and taught what was purpose,

he was looking for her,

not her looking for him.

it is the muse that flies

while we only...

run.

and so she flew...

and he followed on foot...

never able to catch her...

but new eyes...

never lost her...

from his sight...