To Be Met and Matched

I knew that when I should turn a page

Another treasure I would find

And a greater

I knew that when I should open a book

Another milestone would appear

And a greater

And that I would be met and matched inside

And made fuller

Recharged in the near instant

And taught immensely

I didn’t want much

Only to find some twinning thing

Some harmless watching thing outside me

Waiting for its meeting within me

To find in a single mirrored sameness

The true workings of my mind

And that destiny had been waiting for me

All the while that I had the yearning to know 

I didn’t want much

Just to be found-out of an outside

What was inside  

I saw how the bee found its flower

After it had been buzzing around for a bit

I saw how the lamb found its mother

After it had been bleating awhile

I saw how the ship found its haven

After being blown off course for a day

And I saw the joy of a father being born

When his longed for baby was 

Everything inside me had its outside counterpart

And all that was yearning for its twinning thing

Could always find it . . . in the heart