There will be no one waiting for me
when I get off the train.
And yet, I wish for someone to discover me;
to reveal the deepest parts of me
like falling tides reveal the architecture
of the seafloor.
Emily told me
that the artist will know beauty;
the artist will know God,
but the artist will never be in love.
I will wander this realm of shadows and delights
tracing perennial paths of circling lights,
for the right colours
or the right words,
hoping that when I find them
they will cure the painter’s loneliness.
In my travels,
I will bare witness to great beauty;
I will find everything
except that for which I search.
I will find the mountains I search under
and the oceans I search over;
I will fumble in their language, trying to understand
those silent stones and roaring waters,
and I will forge crudely from their bodies
works of art.
I will chase each wave and each setting sun
And I will chase the wind through the trees.
I will feel the stars rain down my spine
and the forest swell beneath my skin
Each wave breaks at the height of its majesty
and the sea will never rest -
like the sea
we will never rest.