Hidden within the intricacies of actuality is where I seek my beloved,
for he is no man of question — rather an embodiment of light,
a serene realization of mysticism and merit,
such a sacred union forged in my release.
Wavering in uncertainty I seek reassurance in his promise,
for his silence blankets me from the trials of the fearful,
protecting what remains in an abyss of realization,
I sit idle at his doorstep; defeated.