a patient search

losing love on Monday
She steps between dimensions.
Into the past

from the present day, though it slips away
like sand trickled through fingers, a sense lingers
one of satisfied expectation; without confines
of prediction: as mind defines noteworthy surprise.

Losing love on Monday
begins a cycle anew, a patient search
for what one  knows to be, found treasure
mystic pleasures of  connection

A day in spirit is an eternity in which
to dwell, an unimaginable end, an unobtainable silence
an never ending emptiness-- ( there is Spring time within)
the seed of invitation
to find love,  lost...on Monday