to one and many

you are a hunter
in the field of your
soul's loneliness.

day after night
after evening after
dawn - endlessly
you are driven on

in search of a harbor
for your cry.
your 'greatness'
hides you - both
disguise and dilemma
- all too oft
betrayer of need.

but, in summer's green embrace,
open up your eyes. see
the shadow of your beloved
draw near
bending down
to touch your face.