not yet

a longing aches within me,
like the yearning of young lovers

my desire is for your embrace…not yet held,
but faintly savoured

my beloved is like the enticing fragrance of lily, not yet beheld,
but softly lingering…inviting

i stagger towards something not yet seen,
but blindingly obvious

how much further the journey…how much longer, my love
[come so far across the frontier, yet so far to go]

and still: like the distant echo of a consuming hope
something stirs my heart…
beholding an experience not yet witnessed
i go forward…into the not yet