On my bed at night I sought him.
Whom my heart loves.
I would search for her to the world’s outermost rim.
Even to the sea’s deepest darkest coves.

Once I took her to Capri.
To the dark blue Lagoon.
Here we swam in the warm sea.
And sought relief from the sun’s swoon.

Mary bathed his feet with tears.
He did not reject her love.
In our own life love is is not always free from cares.
But it’s true peace is as gentle as the dove.

In the Grotta Azzurra all is reflected light.
Sometimes truth too comes from something out of sight.

Haiku

Truth is not in sight
It comes in reflection
But it is still true

[Note: First two lines from The Song of Songs 3:1-4]