It may be that you have all a man could want
but now the day is closing doors
as you stand on its long blurred edge,
time careening on without permission
in how or where it leads you. To loneliness.
You have always sought the jewel inside stone,
flowers under frail leaves, peace hidden in the fray
and yet there seems a dearth of light as
life balances on a tremulous hope, and slips.
You could be told otherwise.
That there will be more abundance,
that arms will entwine with yours and joy will gather
and spill like bright water from the well of night.
But this evening as dusk skims the waves
and your thoughts are a web of longing
you remember how she turned a last time,
your name an incantation on her tongue-
as if meant to root itself within the cosmos,
glowing syllables like song as her breath
brought it to a meaning not known before.
But even affections of such import can pass,
evanescent as the misty veil of sea.
So wait now. Rest your heart, empty thoughts.
Bring forward your vestigial light to sunset
as it prepares for twilight blessing.
Let it make a home there and
in your dreaming, and your blood and sinew.
She did not have to search and find it for you.
It was already there, if forgotten, but you
can stand within its prescient power-
you are made for this time, this life and more, much more.