A yearn
To pine at the windowsill
For the castles all to burn
The blue dress billowing
That I may have never seen
With fireworks of folding fabric
Dead meadows we could garden til they’re green
A yearn
“A yearning”
A need like
Ripping flesh
As knuckles curl to cliff sides
And sweat so sweet suggests I
With little beatings on the brow
Fall without a net
I am a satellite
I stand at attention in the SETI line up
And dishes like me listen
For songs like you
So far beyond the stars
That your melody may be
Movie magic
Once upon a time
We agreed upon a dream
Once upon a time
The lies were literal
Once upon a time
Grandchildren made grandparents
Through impatient fairy tale focus
A good yearn
A slow burn
A match that hurts the finger
With nowhere else to singe
And nothing else to kindle
At least the pain will linger
For yearning
And all these high ideals
At least I’m learning
That futures are a threat
Of night returning
And still, the yearning
Would keep our marble turning to tomorrow
In spite of all the sorrow no
In tandem
In fact
We dream and we forget
That all the world is half time black
That half the time the world is over
Yesterday’s good morning could next be brighter
© Nathan Cook 2025
The Favoring Wind 