THE LONGING

All of us, in the end, are just lovesick for God.

THE LONGING

by Michael D. Warden

I could ask you
a thousand times
do you love me
and it wouldn’t be enough

I catch the scent of you
like a wild wolf
under the full moon
black wet running
in the dark

I hear your song
in the winds at dawn
a near silent aria
just beneath
the kestrel’s wing

You are the white shining
of the morning sun
orchards of orange trees
waves of late summer grain

You are unguarded laughter
fire and night
a lifetime of adventure

So close!

You’re everywhere
like a lovely memory
I can’t quite
bring to mind
in everything
like the scent
of an old lover
filling the house

Yet my longing
never leaves me

I have seen 
what you are
I have seen 
who I am
I know 
they are true
and I know
they are but hints
and shadows 
of distant suns 
shimmering 
through a veil
I know 
we are all dreaming

The wonder aches in me
like the smell of the sea

I know you
I know you
I don’t know you at all

I don’t know you at all