A Longing

A Longing

palpable as hunger
and thirst for river waters —

to return to a place,
search for a face
distilled
in sapphire oceans,
await a voice
deep and tonal,
my evening song —

another winter melts
in purple crocuses,
golden
daffodils hasten in their blooming,
grass turns emerald
green again  —

I ponder upon
this haunting longing,
smile with fought-back tears
and I walk on.

D. G. Vachal © 2023

Image by Frauke Riether from Pixabay




I Write To Find You

I Write to Find You

Nameless sorrow,
grief unspoken,
tears flow
from boundless oceans,
torrential rains
lambaste
ebony waters —

you are gone  

I search syllables,
consonants,
vowels once spoken
by a voice beloved
reverberating still
in the chambers
of my broken heart —

only silence

weary eyes close  
at light of dawn,
your face flashes
in the clouds
of my restless
dreams until

I awaken to begin
my search
to find you
once again.

D. G. Vachal © 2023

Forgotten Things

I have forgotten
things elusive
tightly held
by my tiny hands —

paper dolls
with dainty dresses,
angel food cupcakes
frillless
on fluted white paper,
sticky lemon drops 
melting  
through my little fingers —

I have forgotten
things elusive
closely held
by my childhood heart —

scrawny pencil squiggles
of Cinderella stories,
poems of sun and moon,
jasmine and gardenia
and the fragrant rain —

I have forgotten
things
I have not really
lost.

D. G. Vachal (c) 2022