The Yearning One Poem by welkin siskin

Because you are the rarest of things

I cherish,

Unlike any other fun-filled day-to-day activities,

the scheme of a delightful adventure,

the finding of a serene auras:

like the Ferry Station of the Pacific

Or, the orange dazzle of the Mount Rainer

throughout the leaves

Of bluish-gray junipers,

My heart destitute of vision,

engrossed at the unbelievable

charisma, craves for you.

These lingering, silently dreaming

eyes float around your still look.

Questions: What reply do you have!

And again, blind as rolling object,

rolling, passing through the untrodden

treads on next to where you are,

being seated

Questioning, hoping, dreaming.