The Longings of An Old Man

I long to— Walk one more time To where the land ends, and the ocean begins To listen expectantly for the sounds of infant waves Grasping layers of golden sand I long to— Hear the fat gulls with white bellies And ebony eyes Floating on invisible wires Calling for the savory morsels Hidden inside the curled fingers of an old man I long to— Stand beneath the tangerine sky Lazily descending into the cradle of the sea Vacating heaven for the snowy celestial sphere Hung upon Vincent’s starry canvas Ten thousand lights scattered forever I long to— Be embraced by the tenebrous sea Her loneliness engulfing me like lovers of yesterday I long to— Gaze beyond the past wrapped in sorrow The years of trudging through cheerless mire Searching for reasons without answers Answers without questions I long to— Remember only moments worth remembering A twirling montage of love and hope And dreams Of a time when two became one Hearts pulsing in harmony Minds ascending to tidal floods of ecstasy I long to— See your face To walk hand in hand To where the land ends and the ocean begins I long to— Do it all again