one
of fire and burning and silver
candlesticks
reflecting on the closed eyes
of the wishing
for only a moment, golden and
complicated and sad,
before the eyes are opened
the fire is doused
only embers remain
of fire and burning and silver
candlesticks
reflecting on the closed eyes
of the wishing
for only a moment, golden and
complicated and sad,
before the eyes are opened
the fire is doused
only embers remain
two
for tumbling and dancing and
ever-flowing
never ceasing pursuit of what lies
just ahead
relentless searching for the unknown
and all that accompanies
the threat and thrill of
adventure, when
only questions remain
for tumbling and dancing and
ever-flowing
never ceasing pursuit of what lies
just ahead
relentless searching for the unknown
and all that accompanies
the threat and thrill of
adventure, when
only questions remain
three
what with ringing and quietly
shouting for help
or for solitude, sometimes more
potent, and yet
of the trees, monumental
and inconsequential to any, as
only paper remains
what with ringing and quietly
shouting for help
or for solitude, sometimes more
potent, and yet
of the trees, monumental
and inconsequential to any, as
only paper remains
there
and this is the longing
and the wishing
the waiting
the solemnly searching
for hope in a place
where no purpose ignites:
for the wishing is simple
when only silence remains.
and this is the longing
and the wishing
the waiting
the solemnly searching
for hope in a place
where no purpose ignites:
for the wishing is simple
when only silence remains.
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The end :)
Shayli, hauntingly beautiful. Your last stanza: "and this is the longing
ReplyDeleteand the wishing
the waiting
the solemnly searching
for hope in a place
where no purpose ignites:
for the wishing is simple
when only silence remains." Has a Simon and Garfunkle feel--perhaps because they once wrote a sound called, "Sounds of Silence." I loved the song--and now your poem.