Futile Longings Poem by DM W

By sundown they will be gone:
The shadows of my longings
Idle flights of fancy,
From potential inner harmony

Plato's cave allegory
Warns us not to seek answers
In the blueprint of images.
We should look to the eternal forms.

It's loss that teaches us
The worth of things.
Superficial meanderings
Lead nowhere.

Thus, I will paint hymns
To land; sky and star
Forged from the core
Of deep lamentation.

Like the nomad in the desert,
I'm not afraid of not belonging,
And not having a language
To live and breathe in.

In affairs of the heart,
We are like refugees
In our wild wanderings,
We ultimately seek sanctuary.

We look for that one flower
That is more bright & precious
Than any other flower.
We seek the spiritual.

The flesh hates its finitude.
It seeks permanent union
In the arms of another
But alas; this is impossible.