That Which Is The Wish Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If you listen you'll hear...
The ringing of distant village bells.

Seek me as I seek you.
Like the colors of Autumn do.
When my mind drifts to reside,
In a Summer that quickly moves on.

Seek me as I seek you.
Like a squirrel picking to hide pine nuts.
As Fall begins to subdue,
Vacations and relationships...
Everyone begins to miss,
When the cooling of the breeze...
Stops anyone to ponder and reminisce.

Is it the falling of the leaves,
A prelude...
To festivities and what's to come,
And holidays no one disputes...
They welcome and anticipate.

Is it the brilliant color of the trees,
The 'first' gift humanity receives...
To collect,
With a hibernating....
A growing of love love hibernated does.

You know,
Once you seek me as I seek you...
There's nothing more to get,
Than 'that' which is the wish!

Don't you know...
Once you seek me as I seek you...
There's nothing more to get than 'that',
Which is the wish.

That which is the wish!
Comes to those who recognize,
That which is the wish!
Open ears and clears the eyes,
That which is the wish!
Revealed and sometimes surprises,
That which is the wish!
Receive to getWith benefits,
That which is the wish!

Don't you know...
Once you seek me as I seek you,
There's nothing more...
Than 'that' which is the wish.

If you listen you'll hear...
The ringing of distant village bells.

Don't you know...
Once you seek me as I seek you...
There's nothing more,
Better than the doing...
We two together can do well.

You know...
Once you seek me as I seek you...
Nothing we meet can beat,
The best of the better together we do well.