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
for, now I see what in you receives how I most desire to serve;
tell me, Friend, where is my love to be found, tonight?
where is the gratification of my heart to be obtained
like a rare and precious pearl happened upon by chance or design beyond this mind?
but the trees, knowing even my question
stand, silently, and only watch –
what does it all mean, I wonder?
But, because you, my leafen friends, won’t answer
nor you, sky above
I am forced to turn around and gaze at the one gazing
I am forced to eat the communion wafer of my own yearning, tonight
and let it transubstantiate into these words;
I will take my unmet desire to dreamworld, this eventide
and let it grow my wings one notch bigger
one notch bigger
and tomorrow, fly one mile higher;
Goodnight, Friend, goodnight.