Thursday, April 4, 2013

Of Inadequacies


 



Night cannot unravel longing from need
Time cannot cipher the hand from the deed
And mind cannot deftly devoid with thought
The onyx ocean of all that is not
Heartache and hunger and hope intertwine
Like moonlight and rain on the wisteria vine
Darling, the distance between have and hold
Trembles in fathoms where fingertips fold
And word is the pilgrim that humbly implores
Searching the ocean of want for its shores

We’ve held in moments life’s sweet, finite bliss
We’ve borne the torment of its farewell kiss
We’ve stripped the silence and searched its dark vaunt
To glean from its tresses the echoes that taunt
We’ve held each other and danced; long and slow
For parting’s sweet sorrow comes when we let go
Rising and falling, we laugh and we weep
Touching thought-shadows when we cannot sleep
And while all the earth is wrapped in sable silk
We grasp at threads of intangible ilk

Darling, the stuff that weaves thought is enough
The flip-side of longing is beautiful love
The flip-side of love is a longing within
That cannot be met in this flesh-garb of sin
So here in this moment and here in this chair
Love is a torment I’ll willingly bear
Bastion of passion and purposed belief
Bulwark of beautiful, beautiful grief
I hear the night murmur, a somnolent call
‘Together we conquer, alone we fall’

© Janet Martin


1 comment:

Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!