Longing

LONGING The earth has become a desert of fraught ambience That once was a bloom and hive of flora and Homo; All become extinct, except what I am yet to see. My heart surfs like a lonely cloud in the sky, My mind scales the sea as do a stray yacht, My soul’s lost in the labyrinth of midnight dreams. Upon the shattering roar and din and chatter, I hear none, but the subtle rhythm of my heart; A quiet step, a tender touch… just imagining. I’m searching all boundaries within four walls bound And did not observe time takes form and shape, As my only acquaintance of tomorrow lies in hope. My spirit transcends my body, in that far horizon Where the sky embraces the land, there lies my balm. Bid me come as long as air subsist, my dearest heart! Itsoghole O. Solomon