Longing
January 19th, 2003 • Introspection
Tonight after getting home from hanging out with some friends I was in a total poetry writing mood… and here’s what happened…
do you know how life feels
from the exhilaration of conversation
to the aching beauty of a moonlit night
i think you know it well
i want to wrap words around these feelings
bind them in language and tie them to the page
so i can hear you say "yes, i know. i feel it too."
yet whatever small eloquence i have is failing me
failing to capture the fullness of the beauty
and depth of the wistful cry within my soul
all i can offer you is a song whose words i don’t know
with a melody too deep, too rich for this voice of mine
and i hope one day to hurl myself into the choir
forever joining their heartfelt hallelujahs
but tonight all i have is the hope of my heart
that this faltering voice somehow belongs
you know how life feels
from the exhilaration of conversation
to the aching beauty of a moonlit night
yes, you know it well
and we all feel the longing
♫ Sigur Rós - Untitled 3
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Jeremiah
January 19th, 2003 at 9:00 pm
Yes, I know. I feel it too.
Ben
January 27th, 2003 at 10:21 pm
Hey now…you make my poetry look bad! And I'm sure you haven't had any stinkin' poetry class either! :) It's beautiful, and I feel it, also. We should talk sometime!