Reading Longing

The scent of worn parchment, a whisper on the breeze,

Lures me in, a siren call through ancient trees.

Sunlight bleeds through stained glass, a crimson hue,

As I turn the brittle pages, yearning seeps anew.

I. Whispers of a Distant Shore

Ink-stained script, a language long since past,

Speaks of a land where memories forever last.

Golden sands that shimmer, a turquoise, sunlit sea,

Whispers of laughter carried on the breeze so free.

A yearning stirs, a phantom ache within,

For salty air and sun-kissed skin.

To wander barefoot, where waves caress the shore,

And gather seashells, treasures to explore.

II. The Call of Untamed Mountains

Across the page, a jagged peak ascends,

Where snow-capped summits pierce the endless blends

Of cerulean sky. A hawk circles overhead,

A silent cry in this vast, untamed spread.

A longing burns, to climb where eagles soar,

To feel the wind sing, untouched by mortal war.

To breathe the crisp air, thin and pure and cold,

A symphony of solitude, a story yet untold.

III. The Enchantment of a Forgotten City

Cobblestone streets, weathered with the weight of time,

Echo with whispers of a glorious, bygone prime.

Grandiose arches frame a moonlit square,

Where lovers stroll, secrets whispered in the air.

A longing aches, to walk where history lies,

In weathered stones and stories in veiled eyes.

To decipher secrets whispered in the breeze,

And feel the magic woven through the ancient trees.

IV. The Allure of a Starry Night

The page unfolds, a canvas vast and black,

Where constellations dance, a cosmic, silver track.

A million pinpricks of light, a celestial maze,

Secrets hidden in the starlight's gentle daze.

A yearning whispers, for knowledge yet unknown,

To touch the heavens, and claim a place of my own.

To understand the whispers of the distant spheres,

And lose myself in the vastness that conquers all my fears.

V. The Echo of Forgotten Melodies

Faded notes on staff, a silent, musical plea,

Longing to be heard, to set the spirit free.

A phantom lullaby, a love song lost in time,

Echoes of emotions in a haunting, ethereal chime.

A yearning stirs, to hear the music live once more,

To feel the joy and sorrow that it held before.

To let the melodies flow through my very soul,

And find solace in the stories that the notes unfold.

VI. The Longing for What May Never Be

The pages turn, a journey nearing its end,

But the longing lingers, a faithful, unseen friend.

For some things reside beyond the reach of hand,

Utopian dreams on a distant, shimmering sand.

Yet, the yearning itself, it holds a precious worth,

A compass pointing to the farthest edge of Earth.

For it reminds us that life's a grand pursuit,

Filled with mysteries waiting to bear fruit.

VII. Finding Longing Within

The final page, a whisper soft and low,

Reflects the longing that within me will always grow.

For it's not just places, but experiences untold,

The yearning to explore, to feel, to be bold.

So I close the book, with a heart both full and light,

Embracing the longing, a guiding, brilliant light.

For it fuels the fire, the journey yet to be,

And whispers the promise: "There's more waiting for thee."