The Map

If love was a sunrise, across painted land,
Would my heart open up to the sky?
If love was a promise, would I understand,
Such words upon wistful a’ sigh?
If love was the water; a trembling stream,
Would I drown in the soft silver light?
If love was the longing of vanishing dreams,
Would my heart chase the hours of night?

But love is not sunrise, nor promises true;
It is that which my mind will not know.
So I hunt in the dark without even a clue,
For the map that will lead me back home.
For love is a star that has fallen so far,
That the sorrow cannot be explained.
In abyss of the heart, where stars fall just to part
The longing and map are the same.

(c) Deanna Leigh Joseph