Dear Longing

I have seen the marbled halls of antiquity
in your blood-orange eyes,
the bronze gods and goddesses,
polished to a sheen, glinting in the sun
on the dogeared-brown earth.

I have felt you slither up the vine,
the shimmering summer heat
warping the landscape, waving
a long goodbye to the world,
because you always wanted more
than the world could offer, more
than a silk cocoon could transform,
more than a quantum leap
to the promised land.

Longing is a deep and abiding desire for some thing or someone in life. Although many people find this feeling frustrating, it is actually one of the most human and beautiful sentiments in life. It is what drives us on through thick and thin, what gives us purpose and feeds our passion, and what binds our hearts together in a deep sense of “belonging” to each other. 

What or whom do you long for in life? To what or to whom do you belong?

© Nick LeForce,
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And yet you won't leave me;
you gurgle with water each time
I turn on the faucet; you drift
with the wind each time I walk
the hallowed grounds, you call
my name from the shadows,
leading me to believe
there are whispered secrets
just beyond the reach of my ears,
that there is another kind of awakening
in the smell of fresh ground coffee,
that the carnival-green leaves
really are acrobats going out on a limb.

And you always take me, right there
to the liminal edge of the precipice,
the place where new life buds,
as equal in your final fall
to the ground as you were
when you first burst into life.

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