It’s a constant search

for that one we love,

who holds the key

to all we might cherish.

Do we know who it is,

or just an illusion in our mind.

Have we the common nature

of knowing we are not blind.

It seems relevant

to imagine such a muse

waiting in the shadows,

wishing to give more

credence to our fascination

than simply wanting to amuse.

We all search for her,

I do everyday

in the expression she might give me,

in the color of her eyes.

Standing in that coffee shop

so many years ago,

I knew love stood before

I didn’t wish to go away,

until another day,

I’ll keep seeking her vision.