Someone asked me,
What are you looking for?
How do you want,
Your lover to be?
I couldn't say anything then,
But I've been thinking,
The woman from my dream,
Who is she?
Here's my answer.
Fanciful, perhaps,
Presumptuous, probably,
But this is a draft,
A very rough draft,
Of how I want my partner to be.
I want her to be someone who understands,
not just art, but the importance of art,
the necessity of creation,
Someone whose life is art.
The woman I love,
I wish her to be attuned to the Earth,
Respectful of the natural way,
Who seeks to unite the knowledge of the ancient people,
Despite the modern life far-removed from the roots.
I would like her to be invested in the history of humankind,
The stories of our ancestors,
Because in those lies the wisdom,
That illuminates the coming days,
The right path, the good path.
The partner I choose,
To be by my side till the end of our time,
Must have a conception of,
The greater purposes if being alive,
A woman who, for all the regular successes,
Understands that life should be lived to be fulfilled,
A person who seeks adventure easily,
And each day is,
Without regret,
Without boundaries,
Without compulsions,
Someone who prizes freedom,
One who is mindful of,
The indispensable liberty of the individual.
I want to be with a woman,
Who has a touch of the insane,
For her to look at the world,
And see it with a vision of her own,
Wild,
Divergent,
Unrestrained.
And most of all,
I want her to have grace.