by Nicholas “The Bard” Andrea
At dusk, I yearn for your kiss
like a parched mouth yearns for water
or the mystic’s cheek for one puff of breath from the Friend;
to see what in you that receives how I most
desire to serve a woman;
tell me, where is my love to be found, this eventide?
where is the gratification of my heart to be obtained
like a rare and precious pearl happened upon by chance
or a design beyond this mind?
but the trees, knowing even my question
stand and watch, silently –
what does it all mean?
But, because you, my leafen friends, won’t answer
nor you, sky above
I am forced to turn the mind around
and gaze at the one gazing;
I am forced to locate the soulmate in me
for, who looks outside, dreams
and, who looks inside, awakens;
I eat the communion wafer of my own yearning, tonight
and find it is the doorway to the real bread of heaven;
I will take that heartdrop to the dreamworld
and let it grow my wings one notch bigger
one notch bigger
and tomorrow, fly one mile higher;
Goodnight, friend, goodnight.