You know the yearning. For something
You could never name, but you seek
Wordlessly. The touch of grass on bare skin on a summer day, the tickle of wind in your hair, perhaps
Or something else. Something less, something more.
Call it peace you want. Evanescent maybe,
As the streak of a meteor in a moonless sky
But living on in memory. What does time matter
If something can transcend it? Why should we chain ourselves?
Once long ago, when my world was new
I fell. The ground was hard, the pain bright as the sun
But it faded. Like other things
I did not care to hold on to. Maybe it was a mistake to let go of them. Maybe it's the pain that a restless mind seeks?
Ten thousand years from now, when we're dead, when all we know is gone
A girl in a cave,clad in skins, may lie awake, thinking the same thoughts. Yearning the same
Unknowable.
And impossible, as to catch a falling star.
That does not mean the meteor burns
Meaningless, not as long
As someone dreams, somewhere.
You could never name, but you seek
Wordlessly. The touch of grass on bare skin on a summer day, the tickle of wind in your hair, perhaps
Or something else. Something less, something more.
Call it peace you want. Evanescent maybe,
As the streak of a meteor in a moonless sky
But living on in memory. What does time matter
If something can transcend it? Why should we chain ourselves?
Once long ago, when my world was new
I fell. The ground was hard, the pain bright as the sun
But it faded. Like other things
I did not care to hold on to. Maybe it was a mistake to let go of them. Maybe it's the pain that a restless mind seeks?
Ten thousand years from now, when we're dead, when all we know is gone
A girl in a cave,clad in skins, may lie awake, thinking the same thoughts. Yearning the same
Unknowable.
And impossible, as to catch a falling star.
That does not mean the meteor burns
Meaningless, not as long
As someone dreams, somewhere.
I read a Christian book once in which man's yearning for something beyond his current condition was used as proof that God exists.
ReplyDeleteI don't buy that.
But people in that pure state of wonder and awe and longing are pretty amazing.
Beautiful!
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