Yearning

An impossible love, too gentle to touch A night-blossoming jewel, a rose-golden blush A yearning surpassing the passions of man A chasm of longing too deadly to span Songs made of laughter, poems of tears An echo remaining from previous years Whispering fables to satisfy dreams Unraveling slowly the world at its seams Brilliant dust from a butterfly’s wings Transcendent and lovely, dawn’s evening A language forgotten and rusted by time Scars crossing a sky untarnished by grime Hope is the sunrise, a frantic race eastward Spinning to a sunset, a plea sent skyward Night billows out, a thunderhead over us I am abandoned with fictions of what almost was