There's a place in my heart called "yearning"
Earthly, tremulous and cold
Like the vaguely discernible resonance of a distant bell tolled
Calling for and craving more,
of something
Where time slowly ticks loudly
as it stretches, twists, turns
splintering interminably
Measured in tears, disillusion and yes some fantasy
and cruellest emotion is longing
This my treasure trove,
greatest, deepest,
darkest place and
My secret saddest pleasure
Where my soul's melancholy
weaves a familiar path
in spectral strains of haunting memory
And hope, in it's vain yet glorious and ghostly form exists
Wispy soft and light
trace and illuminate
cobwebbed shelves and cases marked,
"Togetherness"
"Belonging"
"Understanding"
"Shared"
&
"Feelings"
Compelled to wander through the spaces,
Note and inspect each area unfulfilled
dust smudge views of unforgotten places
Time tolls
As I attempt to address each package
"Learned", or "Acquired"
Each inspection is longer and sadder,
The shelves grow less inhabited
but each unaddressed and labelled box bigger
Emptier
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| Archess in oils, 16 x 20 inches |
