Strange the way the wonderment can call
Simple beauty, like a secret answer
Unknown even to the possessor
Then the wanting comes, urgently
The needing
Making dark and hungry what was light
Still, there are moments of near awe
From the tranquility
The seeming perfection in moments close
Greater the shocking lust
Having waited and pined, so carefully nurtured
Now ready to be released
The play is enjoyed and the mind stops
All is only the feeling
The special truth, even if only for the now
The amazement is total
The powers and the skills
Drawing more and more, giving strength
Under it all is the real thing
The truth of it all
The finality of all desire
Then the world returns, the breeze and the rumble
With the whispers of a tomorrow
Waiting
