WAITING to BE

I

A lonely search for answers

Swirls within my soul alone

With whispers of illusion

To which it seems I'm prone.

I see some foreign castles

And feel a cool blue wave

As I stand upon a bulwark

To keep it in my gaze.

The lap of a wave crescendos

And I feel the percussive roar

Before it's sucked beyond me

To some far and distant shore.

I hug the fleeting image

To capture all its parts

And taste the salty brine

My tongue does now impart.

I hug it even closer

To claim its piercing glow

And smell the joy of happiness

Deep within my soul.

II

That joy did oft sustain me

As I went my weary way

Yet never fulfilled the promise

Granted to me that day.

So it lingered like a presence

An empty chair that stays

As if there is no enemy

To swallow every day.

I search again within me

And feel a trembling there

For time has not erased

The hope that was so rare.

I weep for choices gone

And ache in weak despair

But recognize though dimly lit

My dream is cold and bare.

A fire must be rekindled

In all its dazzling array

To pierce the darkness of my soul

And guide me to my goal.

III

Every yearning has a color

And I see them as they sway

I laugh and taste my fingers

Caught in dark and moist clay

It fills my heart with laughter

 And again I laugh out loud

As whispers echo 'round  me

I grasp again the vow.

I feel its ancient piercing

In a dazzling array of light

And gasp before the glimmer

of inspiration's awesome sight.

I saw it then so clearly

The angles, depths and turns

And I let the soaring vision

Within me slowly burn.

Power then moved my muscles

In a frenzy of their own

And inside I felt the heat

As matter responds to owned.

Marie Hunter Atwood

2008 (edited 2012)

A Swap to Feel

Christpher Pearce Cranch