Patience

She finds me when I have no choice
and leaves me when I choose
She yearns for me to hold her hand
so she can be my muse

​So try I do to ask her out
to share a cup of tea
forgetting she is not the one
to sit where I can see

Unsure of her real motives now
but undeterred by her first no
I learn to breath the pause from air
and how to take it slow

So, a walk I think to hear the birds
will surely bring her near
But yet again, she turns me down
and throws me back to fear

And there I sit in overwhelm,
no space to think or see
So cry I do, to ease the pain
and ask “What’s wrong with me?”

Yet from the voice that I now hear
are not the words of pain
But the hymns of her, come now to bless
the one no longer sane

For of this mind, I have no need
no way to come unto
For what really are the point of thoughts
if I have no peace with you