My Yearning

Although inspired by several different people in my life I would like to make it clear that this is not about anyone in particular.

My Yearning

Through sober eyes
perspective is disguised.
It's slender form receiving,
analyzing then believing.
Equating the gestures of my humble hospitality,
you reject my favoring without causing a tragedy.
Your soft eyes piercing, welcoming and true.
They challenge me patiently all the while the intensity slowly grew.
Being whisked along by the conversations flow,
intruiged and respected by one I barely know.
Upon my shoulder (and I'm proud to have it there...)
lies a new burden, I must carry on with great care.
To move myself in a steady direction,
requires a certain sacrifice or rejection.
For the great and the good all things in their course,
to connect with the wind one must harness knowledge of it's force.
Shifting steadily I find my wavering path.
The long journey allowing me to master my craft.
So if you will while we're still here and standing,
let's prepare to fall into the theory that is now most demanding.

{T}