Where art thou?
Thou, whom my soul loveth.
Passing nights
quench not
this desire
of my longing soul
to see thee
face to face.
Beyond my reasoning
are my affections
towards thee
with the only certainties
of this-these
dramas
are the sureties
of the existence
of my need to see thee
face to face.
Where art thou?
Thou, whom my soul loveth.
Here am I,
beckons
the Spirit.
© Michael C. Teniente 1997. California Department of Corrections: Chino-East
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