Searching

I looked up into the Ruwenzori Mountains. 

Clouds glided around peeks 

where blue moved into measureless heights,

 into a bright sunlit sky 

where God waited for 

the souls of the dying.

She was a Lioness

I fell in love. 

Loved her best when she was full of animal 

heaving and panting 

in the joy of loving.

When she went away

 I was left with an empty pillow 

Stained by her voice.

Now I pull me into it, 

Lie quietly, 

Listen to her loving.

 

I long for her, 

Want her to come back. 

Come back to me 

Not for the jewelry she left behind.