Until They Are Found

UNTIL THEY ARE FOUND

To be caught and unfurled, held aloft,
fluttering glory and rapt delight,
I would sell my past, forget my life,
begin once more,
with you.

Everyone is afraid of something,
I am afraid of you.
You have the power to rend me,
tear me,
pull me loose and let me go,
that I might fall.
This power I have given you,
which I fear most of all.

It is common to know
that you do not miss a thing
until it is lost.
What is uncommon is knowing
that there are things
you can miss until you ache,
That you will not know
what they are
until they are found.




©2011 Christopher Reilley




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