THE ONE?

The One?

A little voice whispered in my soul
He could be the one
And in a hidden pocket in my heart
I kept the pressed flower of - some of his words
Delighting in the tickle they sent down to my toes
When I thought my mind was looking the other way.

I danced with him in my inner playground
Long ago abandoned to demands of weary adulthood
Reclaiming forgotten happiness
Delighting in the possibilities of joined spirits
Finding heated play in a bower of tender blossoms
The birthplace of a lifetime of love.

I had forgotten what happiness was
Until this precious illusion came to me
Out of the night of my aging spirit
Gently teasing and tickling out the imp of delight
Carried on a magic carpet of technology to discover
Our infinite possibility.

Then the serpent appeared in our garden
- or was it always there?
Awakened specters and skeletons of past denials
Our garden of electronic wizardry becomes a labyrinth instead
The cold reality of logistics keeps me from testing its heart
Not knowing if he even really WANTS to find me I curl inward.

Perhaps he is not The One. After all.