It is there

It is there

In the yearning?

A restlessness of spirit

Unsettling the relative calm

Raising the level

Of uncertainty

Every heart flutters

How far can it fly

Without breathing

How many times does it call

Before the pattern is noted

Shivers run in parallel

There are no timbers

To be felled

Or yardarms to be hoisted

The itch is never scratched

Until the feet move

Even a dance is only half

A yard away

How many times did you listen

Before the song became you

Rarely does the music play

In time

There is always discontent

When a melody fails

To lift the mood

Happiness is fleeting

Lost among the high trees

Reaching for the sunlight

Before the heat

Goes out of the day

Too many souls walking

In darkness

Isn’t it a pity

They don’t know the way

How in spite of reason

Every spirit freed

Seems to follow

Where the old roads lead