Yearning

Yearning

(Sixth Symphony)

The clouds are swirling in this sky

and the sun sets behind the mountain.

( ____ I could imagine you

as I could imagine my soul. )

Sitting here, still wet from water,

that abstract moment between transition ____

when the light dies submissively 

into the arms of darkness.

You and I suspended in this mystery,

the gilded yearning of the ineffable.

My conviction of belonging to this thirst,

this need, a silence so strong,

the urge ____ palpable.

I hear the interval between tones

moaning into a minor key

and the melody lingers upon the air

like dragons ____ yearning for Niranva.

The symphonic coherence of release,

the sound of a whip in the distance,

our lives playing among an elegy and a requiem.

Yearning is where we dissolve.

How far can we fall

into that symphonic coherence of release and energy

before we meet our demons?

( What is the tempo of your honesty and your despair? )

Perhaps like the sixth symphony you love so much

we are decreed by fate.