"Elusive
Longing Comes to Rest Eventually"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
April 22nd, 2006 7:21 am pdt
Hidden away from the farthest
reaches of realization
The muse declines to display emotion
although emotion has fueled her reverie for decades.
Tears, trysts, and terrifying troubles
track a life of sensitive desirability
as she holds back the curtain of inevitability
and demonstrates perseity.
I have listened to her rants
endlessly
and sometimes collect her musing into words
set down in space for all eternity.
Words disguising lonliness and losing
Words shrouding subtle solace and a
sense of security.
She breathes the sigh of the sullen
Then she teaches the tender
terpsichories of time to her audience.
I sometimes have to close
my ears
paying respect to her solitude.
Serenely accepting my fate
and attempting to accept this acceptance.
Longing for the sanctity
of a life
absent from perversity and retribution
filled to the brim with happiness and satisfaction,
an existence coupled with the love of
a good woman.
This I have found, and lost,
and found again:
as the wheels of life turn and the
words and thoughts of the muse disappear
into the ether
and memory washes us clean
Time is nonexistant until
one looks in the mirror and sighs
Breathing the truth, and dispelling the lies
The muse appears, laughs, and
in time silently dies
But with elusive longing
coming to rest, at last
the heart slowly crumples and cries
Poetry
2006
