THE LONGING OF WONDER
I could ask you
a thousand times
do you love me
and it wouldn’t be enough
I catch the scent of you
like a wild wolf
under the full moon
like a runner
in the dark
I hear your song
in the winds at dawn
a near silent aria
just beneath
the kestrel’s wing
you are the white shining
of the morning sun
orchards of orange trees
waves of late summer grain
you are unguarded laughter
fire and night
a lifetime of adventure
So close!
you’re everywhere
like a lovely memory
I can’t quite
bring to mind
in everything
like the scent
of an old lover
filling the house
yet my longing
never leaves me
I have seen
what you are
I have seen
who I am
I know
they are true
and I know
they are merely visions
I know
we are all dreaming
the wonder aches in me
like the rot of old wood
I know you
I know you
I don’t know you at all
why hide?
tell me, where else
do you need to be?
are we not desperate?
this orphaned race
lost in the mad panic
of our frantic worship
are we not dying
to find you?
it’s all too grand
for me to see it
I only know
it’s love that does this
but I do not understand
so, breathe, love,
breathe on us
like that first breath
let the hidden breeze
of your passing
move us further in
and farther up
these impossible trails
that carry us home