The Search Poem by Agatha Eliza

He, my beloved, shared my name
to the waves of the sea
to hide it all away,
but this troubled little thought
was turned into a pearl which
adorned the mermaid's flowing hair.


Betrayed, he whispered it to the wind
to lose its resonant trace
like gilded, feeble autumn leaves
carried on paths astray-
but again, the echo disobeyed
and relentlessly brought it back.


He trusted then his secret to the moon,
the sun and stars, to ancient
gods; he put the words
on gentle lyre,
on drums, on gleeful flute
he sang of love with all his heart.