The Yearning Stage

Wanting so hard
the moth comes closer to the patio
there is a hiss
and then its done.
The harbor lights
bringing ships closer to the rocks
home beckons so hard the eyes
become focused on the end
and not the journey.

For sailors so long have known
the deepness of the ocean
the falling in a dream
the tail of a silver fish
that disappears into a moonlit wave.
Beyond
all things that shine
beyond
all things that beckon
lies the peace
beyond the yearning stage.

Fron here to there
the moments filled with ferment foam
the hours filled with red lined journals
the days that pass in lonely rooms
we live them out in wakeless wanderings.
If a vision came to you real
their shadow slants toward you
or slants away
would you know what time of day it is
or hour when the future comes at hand.

Once I had a distant lover
who sent me thirteen letters at once
and clogged my letter box
just when I had intended
to write her one and say goodbye.
We tried it one more time
but the letters
instead of being spread out and savored
destroyed their fervent writing
with realities sour taste.

For sailors so long have known
the deepness of the ocean
the falling in a dream
the tail of a silver fish
that disappears into a moonlit wave.
Beyond all things that shine
beyond all things that beckon
lies the peace
beyond the yearning stage.

The Yearning Stage

bill bell

Everett, United States

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