Finding my Friend
by the Poetess (SRP)
 
In the East I climbed to the tallest peak
Over every mountain I did seek.
In the South I waded through jungles of green
Got lost in the thicket, forever, it seemed.  

In the West I rode. . .facing much pain
Groping to find my dear friend again.

In the North I laid over frozen streams

Waiting for an answer to come in my dreams.

On the Earth I sat in the warm sunshine 

Praying for a vision of this friend of mine.
To the Skies I gazed with eyes open wide

Looking for the place where she might hide. 

Then One day I stepped up the smallest hill
Where inside my door step I sat very still.
I opened my heart and began to see

The Love I had searched for. . .inside of me.

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