I will look for you

I look for you
In the crevices of a book's spine
On the shadows of a page

I look for you
Entwined, perhaps, in the piano's strings
Or shut up in the bench with the sheets of music

I look for you
Where the hairs of the brush take root
Clumped with careless flecks of cadmium yellow

I look for you
In the electric touch of the waterfall's spray
And in the swinging nest abandoned to the leaves and wind

I look for you
On the back of his slowly moving hand
Where the hairs whorl golden red

I look for you
Nestled in the swales of warm pillows
Sparking between the sheets

I look for you
In the lights and patterns of my own closed eyes
And the wash of sound lapping at my ears

I look for you
All my life I am looking

And this morning here, here you are!
Looking back at me
I catch my breath, looking back at me

Tomorrow I will look again