Longing

The longing will simmer and and spew embers for a while..
Till the thin air still hangs in your lungs
Till the chilly wind etches the lines on your face.
Till the scent of the Earth mixed with your beating heart,
Still blows in your mind

Until the wash of work erodes your infinite memory,
And the dust of your unchosen life settles on the conscience
But hark! the sight of a spark in a gray laden sky
Lights another fire in your forgotten bosom
A rememberance of an ally and an ache

And reduces the concrete world around
To a crumbling decay
But you are on a trail, on a higher ground..
And there you must stay
Till the lifetimes turn and take you back again...