My Longings

I write my longings

on the river every noon

When I bathe

And they snake to the sea

only to be tossed about

and broken by

the shattering waves

Every morning as I stroll

I write my longings

on the clear blue of the sky

but soon the blanket of darkness

hides them

And with the break of dawn

the letters melt and drip down

in the sun’s heat

But I don’t write my longings

on the walls of the mind

in the night

in a moment’s drama of dreams

enacted on the mind’s walls

I see my fulfillments

all celebrities

of a king

attend on me.