The Alchemy of Longing

A sun is beneath me,
The Earth is breathing,
Yet I live in fear
Of the past.

The invisible ships
Still sail down the river
With immortal riders
On a ceaseless wind,
But the shores are littered
With crippled prophets
Betrayed by their own discernment.

All the ways words have been used to describe the world
Can be culled in a hook of my finger,
Yet I find no words to describe
What it is to me.

The material is just a shell.
The truth of this closely held.
The original wound never healed.

I'm abandoned in my blood
Watching the whole of me
Parade outside,
And I curse the creation
That excludes me...
Until it hits:
Why I did it,
To learn what it was that I created
By throwing it away
And stumbling on it later,
With my yearning emptied out,
Seeing nothing, finally, in it but love.