The Yearning

 

When you wake up from the stillness

Of long numbing restless sleep

To sense a stirring from within

At first subtle

Then gathering deep

 

It burgeons past a hunger

Into craving ravenous

This pit of yearning

A maelstrom clash

Its harangue cacophonous

 

Ice meets lava in the melee

Passed to chronic from acute

The harbinger is hidden

In foggy cloak

Prognostications from a mute

 

Souls closer than the air

Dancing to their unique beat

Sending out their ripples

Tween the waves

Where shore and ocean never meet

 

And here you are awake

All the cobwebs have been kept

As you pace the scales

And ask yourself

Was it too long that you slept

 

 

 

s. paul     (January 2020)