My Dream of Yearning
That Dream of Yearning
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
In all the world,
within its beauty and diversity,
there is but one place,
one home where you reside,
where you belong.
And in that place,
unfamiliar as it is to me,
you are found,
living life without knowledge of me,
searching for what will make you whole,
and I, dreaming of you
and somehow by chance ,
hoping we shall meet,
and find what we have searched for
so long and hard.
Two souls parted by life,
perhaps by culture, by belief,
yet at the precipice of resolution,
what yearning hearts seek,
in the darkness of night,
in the shallow dreams of hope,
and wistful possibility.
Two much I have tried to find you,
only to be disappointed,
by dreams without substance,
and the image of you fades from light,
into the shadows of the lost,
where I grasp on to what light remains,
to reinstate my intention, my yearning heart.
Is it too much to ask,
that two pieces of a puzzle be united,
as it should be,
to share our greatest potential
in this treacherous age of disparaging ends,
my words viewed as pointless romanticism,
How I wish this loneliness would end,
not alone, but lonely within my soul,
the very core of my yearning to be complete,
not dependant, simply where I should be,
Perhaps it is my torture alone,
that I should have you at all,
in that distant place,
so far yet so near to my heart,
and you, having found another,
not ready to find this heart,
rather, fall as I have done so many times.
I pray that time will at last
bring peace to both of us,
and find us, free.
Until then, my heart will speak,
and I will wait.
Is it real or is it fantasy; the only way to find out is to live it.
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