wounded heart

Carrying a wounded heart
I have traveled so far
searching for your being
and carrying me with you
there is dark inside my chest
in spite of cracks and wounds
sun, moon's light does not enter
I need your light to see
and go through the cracks
deep in my wounds
and lighten by world

my hands,flesh all else
may not remember the feel
but how can my heart forget
for no one else that has
gift of life that you bring
hidden in your smile and
there is tremendous lava
inside me waiting to explode
and it waits there simmering
just to see you again

This void I live in today
without you, your presence
is like an old fort abandoned
where no one has lived
for ages that have gone
doors have crumpled
windows gone long ago
there are a few dried leaves
along with dirt from
those footprints left
in an old old bygone era

Love, your suffering
is mine, now, forever
and the joys I have in life
are only due to your being
in life I cannot forget you
and when you hear otherwise
do not believe else or me
I cannot think of an existence
devoid of your thoughts
and yet be alive in this world
now or tomorrow or thereafter

This dark that I have in me
this pain of wounds that I carry
are growing with time without
your existence here with me
these waves that wash up
to me one after another
carry fragrance from  river
that flows in your land
and yet they do not carry
my message back to you

love, for me you are with me
as if no one else exits here
and even in your absence
I see you in all mirrors
so i stopped looking
at myself in the mirror
and went to the water
to see my face there
and will I see there is
your face in each ripple
that comes in that water

I do not look for me anymore
I just search your presence
tracing your lovely fragrance
back across the seas and lands
and yet you are elusive
your land seems far, very far
across the desert and rivers
and yet my heart feels you
deep within its existence
and your void as a wound
that needs you to heal