Yearning

A Poem

We quest for serenity,
a simple life,
a last breath by ocean waves.

Where all footprints intertwine,
and in the pattern,
there is a shape there, after all.

Voices silenced
as the night shifts.
The colors of dusk,
forgotten.
And the questions 
gone back to the heavens,
the only place
their calls are named.

Peace does bleed the heart,
and bests a hunger
that carried us 
through mines of snow
when the load of our back
was too much
for grace to allow.

The word someday 
as comfort when 
that hunger burned.
Tears stung a downcast face,
but dreams remain.

Dreams of the dark
forgotten
by peace of morning dew.
What we long for
now just a whisper.

So what is it we hope to find?
When we fear the dark,
yet dancing there
are colors present 
though blunt by the sun.

But a calm heart
to reforge a bond
with scented breeze
that now we can taste.

So what do we wish?
That the dark never fades,
or perhaps
the time has elasped
to travel those streets
when all lamplight dims
and street corners degrade.

Could it be
the end we seek
was always watching.

And choice
but a fickle version
of finality. 

Thank you for reading.

My original desire was to call this poem “Sehnsucht.” I stumbled upon this German word not long ago. It conveys a yearning for something greater, a call to something ‘more’ while still holding contentment and satisfaction for the present moment.

I believe many of us (as writers) experience sehnsucht at certain moments in our lives.

I wrote this poem as I watched the sunrise, and while I was completely at peace in that moment, there was still a yearning in my soul that hungered for a transcends of some kind.

This feeling is so integral to being human. It drives us unconsciously. Perhaps it is God helping us on our path.

I can not fully express it myself, but this poem was an attempt at conveying some of those all-too-human feelings🤍