Bending yearning, full of bliss.
Like when cranes do fly and angels kiss.
Fall of death the stricken cry.
Water wanes about the dry.
As the sad donkey foal doeth ween.
man is nourished by the fulfilled good dream.
That the hope in the heart belie.
and long dose the lonely ones do sigh.
Of The weary eagle dose feign to soar.
Or is the meat so gamey of the boar.
Such is the yearned of why.
and tight is the questions with its tie.
Searing winds face the alone.
Yearning to live the dream to atone.
To the mountain an lo,
dreary the mind loving the soul.
That maddening is the trek of the sojourner.
As much is the Sorrow of the learner.
As the babe about the breast.
Long is the night of the soul full address.
When No one listens.
Not even the poem glistens.
Not even the sun seems to shine.
like the bitter melon with moldy rind.
that hope rings only at her sweet face.
I can wait eons for that embrace.
if a million years past, it will still be as sweet.
To laugh, to beam in life's seat.
It will seem but a day.
for it is the right way.
©redic
R