Where Are You?

I will find you in the morning. I will find you. I will find you. I will find you in the silence. I will look for you on the street. In the faces of my loves and in the eyes of all the strangers, you are there, you are there, I know you are there. You are beating in my emptiness, the sound of my own heart, the sound of a beautiful heart, the sound of the universe humming. I can hear you but I cannot feel you. You are there but I cannot find you.

I want to find you.

I want to find you in the difference between the Called and the Fallen. But I see none. There is hopelessness in the churches like there’s hopelessness in the brothels. Where is your peace in the sanctuary? Where is your peace in those that claim to know you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

I want to find you.