Make Me Whole

It’s deafening
This silence I live in
Nothing stirs nothing budges

And yet I am here
Waiting
For the one
To complete me

To make me whole
Whole enough to bear
The weight
Placed upon me

This weight I know
Nothing about
What it is
Or for whom it was made

I know now why I bear it
For her
The one of my dreams
Does she dream of me?

This I do not know
I hope upon hope
That she does
For I know she is the one

Standing there
Upon a hilltop
Clad solely in silver
Dress flowing like water around her legs

She had no face
As I had yet to find her
The woman of my dreams
Now her features are clear

Like they were chiseled by angels
Her sharp features stare back at me
Always stony except her eyes
Which give up her true feelings