Endless game

I have found you at last

if not anywhere else

at least

in my endless search.

When I eat something

from the roadside shop

meet someone on the street

or when I write to you, about you

lifting from the past leaves anew

in some obscure page

that I gathered being on the stage

within my visible time and space,

you touch me with your smiles

a push, a warm hug

from a whispering wind

touches my nerves,

a mongrel can smell you

sense you on my knees

it climbs

doesn’t find, strangely looks

I see you in the eyes of an urchin

the most divine face

to face nothings now and again

I see you in the fanning ears of a silly cow

for a split

you are open out there

you disappear I don’t know how

in your favorite game

you play with me

like a child who doesn’t know its name

can hardly speak

laughs aloud playing hide and seek

yet the game is only to seek and find

for I know you're here for good, you never hide.

You hide behind the moon

covered under my sleeping pillow

behind the morning sun

that touches my coffee cup

we so tenderly share

or you may be lying below

veiling in the newly arrived newspaper.

The day begins to sing

again, you play the tune I start to sense

the quest restarts

either in my meaningless work

or in my indolence.