Yearning

Frozen
By yearning
For poets
Decades past,
Singing epiphanies
To a world
Burning and flying apart.

Their voices
Echo beyond paper.
Their sounds vibrate
Pearly tears
To fall
From generations of lonely nights.

Their generation
Wrung blood from my emotions.
Inspiring
My fingertips to walk their steps,
Unable to forge new paths.

Where have they gone?
Their burning words
Pulse beneath my skin,
Behind closed eyelids;

Like spectacular illusions
Calling and calling,
Come soar with us!

Like birds without knowledge
Of what it is
To never be able to fly.

I watch them soar and

yearn

With all the heat in my hands
and body,
Rising uncontrollably from me --

Like talent without purpose --

Evaporating into air.