I looked for you
in the soft light of dawn
and I searched for you
in moonless gloom.

I lay exhausted
under the mid-day sun
dreaming of you
a chimera of fume.

I plumbed the depths
of my own heart
to fathom you
or at least assume.

I floated to the stars
to find you there
raced like a meteor
in the vastness of doom.

But you were nowhere
not in a tomb
nor in the nectar
of a flower in bloom.

Yet, you were within me
in the recesses of my soul
like a mischievous child
in the shadows of my womb.