a belwened teer

the wind whispers....do heed
it's silent gasps flowing choppily
through the barriers of our minds
those erected in moods of a torn wish
then released into the stream
of any god's weathering

it bends, mourns, contorts
away...towards a magnetic regret
of hope and thirst
away, always away
but never unredeemed

insensible whispers
only traveling the distance
taken by a grain of sand
in it's descent
from eyes red and keening
towards a fervor
of a joyful and fathomless allusion
away, always faraway and again
from the echo of any acceptance

a mirage full-shadowed and oblique
with straw figures sloped in shades of dusk
this golem's cousin reaching for
but never admitted
to touching...us...you...
with a transparent and abject yearning
beaten down amongst humbled tears of lipid fawn flow
the tempest due but nary a tremor unleashed
always hushed by our latent nuance

reach for me with a whimper
grasp my tenuous construct of a longing
and give to me these symbols, your notes of...
i crave...cherish...clasp
though i yet can not inherit
nor share this journey
through the desert
of your lament