Yearning to Say

 

Shimmering gossamer lace

Of words intertwined,

Eloquent and lucid,

Floating down like cobweb ghosts

They settle upon a garden,

Tranquil and serene.

Every word and thought

Ever longed to be said

Lain like a million dazzling stars

Upon delicate fingers of grass

Reaching upward to touch

Elusive footsteps

That chase illusions

Of unfound dreams,

Though it is beneath his feet

Settled serenely so

That they are.

O, that he would stop

And caress a flower

And rest his gaze

Upon its splendor,

To follow silken petals

Drifting downward,

To nestle amongst green blades

In harmonious sway

Forever reaching upwards

To touch at last

And to speak their yearning

So long awaited.

 

 

B. Benjamin                                                                                         

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