My Soul, I Saw You

My soul, I saw you wandering off
As though thirsting for a drink
You left me to my own devices
I might in shifting sands sink.

I thought of your absence and why;
I might be naive or even naughty
That’s not a reason for your loaf;
Just a problem that is very, very knotty.

My soul, my soul come back to me
You should know above all
You, my ideals and superego,
Come back to me when I call.

Today I was what you might say
Just a shell, a skeletal self;
When you vanish without a word
You left me waiting with myself.

I have waited and wanted and
As the day waned, I even wept
My soul, in another land,
Happily rested and slept.

I have an ordeal and a passion;
You are all my compassion
Come, come, my wandering soul
Heal me and make me whole.