The Nameless Longing
A nameless longing calls me,
Awakened in my youth,
To witness all my eyes can see,
And listen for the tune,
That comes from open spaces,
Winding rivers flowing free,
Out of unexpected places,
And precious memories,
Seemingly a waking dream,
Twisting shadows on a lawn,
Engulfed in unreality,
A melancholy song,
My spirit yearns for harmony,
Outside the bland and blurred,
Eternally a part of me,
Doubts there is a cure,
For this nameless longing,
That I ever hold at bay,
By seeking out the story,
Written far beyond the grey,
Cityscapes and busy streets,
Crowding up my mind,
Constantly I seek retreat,
From the crooked kind,
They prey upon the trusting,
Sharks swimming in red wine,
Ignoring inner callings,
Focused on a bottom line,
It’s a secret not for keeping,
But for sharing far and wide,
Track the nameless longing,
Redefine the guide.
Copyright © Jeremy Goble | Year Posted 2015
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