I see you everywhere

by Ben Pickard

I have craved you. Between the
rushes that blow blissfully along
the rivers' banks and in the little
lagoons that swirl with crystal depths -
I have craved you. Amongst the forgotton
foliage that paints the mountains majestically
with emerald, gold, rouge and bronze,
I have craved you. In the mixed pallete of the
rainbow's arch, and in the curve of a swan's neck,
your eyes have haunted me. In the sweep of
the swallow and the call of the cukoo,
I have heard you. And now, tired, broken and
lying naked in the arms of another,
I miss you. Oh, how I miss you.