from searching

people like to tell us
to be satisfied when we are not,
and not to be satisfied when we are,
people like to tell us
what to do.

but hunger,
and desire
are all there
to tell us
we are missing

never come back early from searching
until you’ve completed
your finding

© Andriy Bezuglov | – Brunette on old stair

We seek because we hope to find…

We seek, because we hope to find
A gallery among the blind;
A bit of hope, a bit of rouge,
A plot behind the subterfuge —

The soft or strong, the give or take,
The love we speak that then we make
In choruses of two, entwined —
We seek, because we hope

To find

Untamed Desire

Dark is this strange, untamed desire,
Making her restless as the sea;
Flaring into bits of flame and fire,
Burning the edge of her tapestry —

Wind on the beaches, rolling waves,
Voice of a love she’s yet to feel:
Dark is this strange, untamed desire,
Fantasy hopes, more felt
Than real

The Yearning Season

We seek, at times, we-know-not-what,
Empowered by our yearning;
A season’s born and dies away,
The restless earth keeps turning

We scan, we search, expectantly,
Just hoping that we’ll see it —
The future that we long for, maybe
We were meant

To be it

A Country Autumn – 2

The truth is this: our wishes and our dreams
Tell more about us than appearances.
What truly is, ensconced behind what seems:
The barriers, the interferences

That come from doing all our everyday
Must-dos, that hide away our woulds and wills,
The nose to wipe, the one-more bill to pay,
The moving shadows stored online as stills,

That though they maybe colorful to see
Are more about what isn’t there than not.
The yearning humans, viewed complacently,
For what they do to just keep what they’ve got.

Appearance, less a window than a door,
For all of us, who know, inside, there’s more