Wish
I kiss thine eyes with my soul
With mystic empathy mine
But you do not look or see me!
Ah God! If I might once again
Feel the dreamy youth of feeling purely!
With identity projected, in wondrous joy!
The old-time longing for unity
It’s thrill is still in my cells
Like a circling memory of oneness
My whole heart leaps nearly to you
There, but you do not look or see me!
There is no method to convey sometimes
The inner possibility of energy
The old-time agony within my soul
The hush of alienation, loneliness
An eclectic talent for feeling separate
If only to magnify the unity-of-all-things
I kiss thine eyes with my private feast
A light blur stirs for thee from me
But you do not look, you do not see me!
And I was in my lonely light, with frenzy begging
For faces of the spring, for golden
Words spoken to me, as if I had
Thought poetry at the ocean side
For a lifetime of romantic depths
Without the shudder of youth
That passed so quickly, I am getting old.
Wuji Seshat 