Broken

It has not been very many days 

Since I was kissed by warm ocean waves

But my tired mind, like a broken pail

Hasn't held on to the joy of a single wave

Poured into me are rivers of love

From my kith and kin and the Gods above

But my heart is like a broken pot

Even a drop of that I can now feel not

Much have I tasted the Lady Luck's kiss

But why do I still feel something's amiss?

No winds of hope can lift my broken wings

Oh, why is my soul made of such broken things?

Were we once part of a beautiful whole

That was then taken apart, soul by soul

And strewn across the earth in a jumbled mess?

Is that why we feel this incompleteness?

 

Perhaps that is why we seek new things and places

We search for friends among strange faces

We yearn for the thing that will make us whole

But only a fortunate few find that kindred soul

Who walks into our lives when the time is right

Like a drop of the sun that makes all things bright

Who brings to our lives the balance we need

And a breeze that makes us float carefree

Who fills our hearts with unbounded joy

And gives us wings so our dreams can fly

Who sees into our souls beyond the skin

Whose touch awakens the child within

When they hold us close, promise to never let go

The nomad in us feels he is finally home

When they hear our words that are never spoken

That is when we become truly unbroken

A soulmate, for many, is an unending quest

But if we cease, the heart is never quite at rest

The yearning, the seeking, and the joy of becoming

One with the other, is it the purpose of our being?

Perhaps we are pieces of a jigsaw puzzle

That our maker breaks and rebuilds for his thrill

The lucky amongst us, wedged in place, feel complete

Whilst the rest of us search for our matching piece