A Sad Pining

 

~ Lonely Praises ~

 

Playing soft ripples upon these waves,

The cadence of the deep flow beneath-

My gaze as it gently lists to the water-

 forming features delicate in my harsh face,

Which I had not fathomed existed.

 

 

My hands caress the deep glow,

Of the ocean rivers as they shines alone,

In the sea of beauties sad and far removed,

Touching upon the fragile meanings-

Those that I cannot speak of, which are not-

A quality of this weathered hand,

And yet somehow manage-

To grace the ripples of my thoughts as,

I glance toward the moon above me-

 

Luminescent and bright,

Churns me sweet and kissed, like butter soft,

Until I play with the crests of the water,

Seeking my own gaze as I glance in the thunder,

The roar of the fluid rush-

Waves upon waves they are crashing-

While my hands caress their turbulent meanings,

Unconnected with my inlaid fragility,

Casting the moonlight sheaths to glance upon my face,

And my untrammeled beauty-

That had once lived behind it.

 

 

Along on this distant shore I wait,

Seeking for the message in this troubled marine-land,

Beneath the light of the wanton moon that mocks my plight.

 

I wait for it,

And I wait to be told that I need,

More than my shadow upon a dark lake,

I wait for love and I transgress-

To an imagined paradise, feeling,

Those dreams I had once lived, but lost-

Over this turbulent road I should not be taking,

To a entity harsh, odistant and frightening,

Until I become frail,

And wither,

Until in soft, deep desire,

Alone-

I merely look for something better than what I had.

 

I wait-

For naught I wait,

For I’m trespassing,

On a beauty in unsung praise,

Prevaricating on the edge,

Of what might never, I’d guess, permit my soul . . .

 

I just digress.