love poetry

I Find You Not

I find you not in fields of prose
nor in streets of force-ed rhyme
I find you not in endless space
or in the cloudy haze of time.

I find you not inside the rose
nor in the birds that sing
I find you not upon the breeze
but in each and every thing.

I dare not look into the sun
and suffer it’s golden glare
for I fear I would go blind
upon finding you there.

I find you not in senses sweet
nor in pains that burn
I find you in each fired synapse
in every twist and turn.

I find you not, for I seek you not
like breathing in the air
a serenade I’ve ne’er forgot
you are always there.