5.12.2016

By Gary Weins




    wispy fleeting phantom
    longing grazes the edges of my soul
    just out of sight

    A faint perfume
    it hangs midair
    a memory not quite complete
    touching feelings
    stirring something
    not quite there
    yet real

    sweet Jesus
    how long until once more your gaze arrests my heart
    you come and go
    now touching
    not keeping distant
    unpredictable like breath of wind

    when can I find you?
    will you be captured as you have captured me?

    sweet sadness overtakes me
    lending voice
    to the pensive song
    of a lovesick soul

    less wild lovers call
    sending forth their saccharine smells
    false appeals
    stemming not from love
    but raging hate

    they promise joy tonight
    cheaply
    if I but take and eat
    I glance
    but longing calls
    and sweater far its misty strains
    than any pledge of instant glee

    lovely Lord
    stretch forth your wounded hand

    and drip the precious
    fragrant flow of passioned love all over me again
    retake my battered heart
    steal me away to secret place where deep and deep engage

    I love you Lord
    I want your presence gorging me
    consuming me
    with fervent zeal
    to know you more

    living flame
    beset me now
    with love divine
    and say to me again
    beloved I am yours
    and you are mine

    but release does not yet come
    the veil is torn
    I've entered in
    yet still I see with eyes be dimmed as in a glass

    when shall I know as I am known?
    when shall the hope be realized?
    how long will mortal flesh impede desire?
    how long?

    wispy fleeting phantom
    longing grazes the edges of my soul
    just out of sight

    a faint perfume
    it hangs midair
    a memory not quite complete
    touching feelings
    stirring something
    not quite there
    yet near
    so very near



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