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.
