Hide and Seek

You will find it, 

beloved. 

It hides 

under flame-dressed logs 

and in the whisper of leaves. 

It dances 

below the waves kissing the shore 

and sleeps 

between dusty pages of dignified tomes. 

You will find it 

wrapped in a child's laugh,

nestled under white blankets of snow. 

You will hear it 

softly murmur, 

calling your name between dreams, 

until one day, 

you will find it 

buried in your pocket, 

or wrapped around a tendril 

of your hair.  

You will find it.

You will find peace, 

beloved. 

And I will be found there, too.