Wantings – the hands of Heaven

Wantings wander my path;

Ever coming, ever going

Content and bliss to see that first face

I run the halls of my inner sanctum, finding perfect grace

Is this more, is it God? Is it love?

No, perhaps a perfect union within my grasp

Soon a disillusion as she passed

Clock winds, another strolls

Another joy, another hope, yet another toll

Time flies, as another gives her gaze;

This surely must be the last to pass

Wrongly thought, as she walked

Out the gate, into that life Maze

They come and go, none to stay;

Hope all but vanishes, but perhaps I need more sass?

Another wanting, another gaze;

Faint smile, sad eyes, a lip I slightly bit

Almost nothing of that former bliss;

Yet another to brush off my kiss

My heart wanders and hopes no more;

To find the tried and true to be by my side

Gone are hopes of youth’s glow

A life gone by, the end in sight

Have some faith, a glimmer of hope

So say the elders that know more life

I whisper the count of days still abound

Now a wish for others, not the self;

Of great bliss and love for themselves

Now weathered and frail;

Holding to nothing, All is stale

Oh so long has it been, that love; that bliss

Was my next light, my next kiss

Good night fair ones; what did I miss?

Not a single thought of it, just a whence

My final day, and goodbye

Now off to heaven and a new bliss

I awake and ask; where is love, am I blessed?

Sorry, you did not and were not loved;

Off to hell for lack of faith;

Into the maze you might have stayed

Had you then, then heaven now,

But start all over you soulless hound

Faith is not for the old and wise

But for the young and blind

ELPH© February 10, 2011