Beyond Our Fingertips

I wonder if what I long for
if what I ask is unreasonable
Is a longing so deep, really a fault?
Something that not only lingers
but carries on so strong, can it be
a lie? or truth. Should I carry
so deep a desire, undying
a flame that burns hotter
a fire that consumes me
Is it something to be quenched?
Put out? or encouraged on.

The answers I wish I knew
They seem to be within reach
just beyond my fingertips
yet I'm too impatient
I want, I need, I must know!
We've always longed this way
and now it grows untamed
unstoppable in our hearts
If only those around us shared
that same burning desire
all would be well
but the complacency
makes our unfettered imaginations
- our dreams larger than life itself! -
seem petty, and material.

What have I done?

What has become of our dreams?

Where we are is nowhere,

our dreams grow stronger, 

our longing harsh, stinging like nettles

My breath freezes hot in my mouth

My tears dry in my throat

My dreams are faded, but stronger

No restraint holds us back from 

longing. wishing. hoping for

all that we want

But it is just beyond our fingertips

just out of our grasp,

and the complacency of the world

tries to drown us out, to wash us 

clean of all we want.

Is is really so unreasonable....?

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2011