What is it we all seek?
that deep cry that longs within
hungers to be
and yet in all our greatness
the diversity of our being
seldom to it do we capture
That long echo to be fulfilled.
Is it Love,
that here within haunts the chambers
the longing within to truly be
Feel the fulfilled consistency
of a moment when all is really all,
That here in the deep shadows of our soul
One complete whole arises
beholds its own reflection
And knows true itself.
How many soul mate must we ponder
in the illusion we wished fulfilled
till one day the sweeping charm engulfs us
to the truth beyond which there is no doubt
that this lover, the other half
Is no other than God itself.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph