I long for a meeting that may never be
I long for a parting that will never pass
And in this restless world a-gleaming
It is my guide, my hope, my cast
Of gossamer lines to draw from seas
What dwells ever in the dregs of sleep
In looks and laughs, known yet unseen
Their dearness fraught impossibly
By moments that may never be
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So flatter my wish, you who read,
For a soul that might my thoughts reveal
In perfect warmth and sympathy
Drawing near despite a steadfast reel
And walking in utter ease with me
Ours a winding path, yet steps agree
Made kindred as when strangers we
Each conjured a figment’s company
Longing for a meeting that will never be
© 2012 Elizabeth Cook
Serial Outlet 
This one could yield a good song. Somebody should compose a tune to it.
That’s a nice thought, but I’m no composer! Perhaps something will turn up 🙂
Lily
I love this entire poem! I really identify with the message!
Thank you, I’m glad that you enjoyed it and that it was relatable!
Lily
This reminds me of when you meet someone and you instantly love them, and how fragile that becomes because of it. You want to be friends forever, but that which causes this desire makes it nearly impossible.
That’s such a touching thing to hear, and that my poem actually brought this to mind! Thank you for your comment 🙂
Lily
You always seem surprised at compliments about your writing skills, Lily. What I’ve seen since I started following you has been great and keeps getting better. This piece has the rythm of a poem and the lyricism of a song. Beautful either way.
Paul
I’m glad if I’m improving, I think that for a long time in high school nothing about my writing got any better! And I have actually always wished that I could make music, or lyrics, or some small piece that goes into a song, since music matters so much to people
Lily
If anyone can do it, you can, Lily.
Haha thank you for that vote of confidence! I’ll work toward it
i mourn your wish, which dwell ever in the dregs of sleep…a meeting that will never be? well you already met, remember? you were in the company of conjured figments; he/she/it dwells in your thoughts. nice piece
Or was I in their thoughts? 🙂 I was thinking, maybe it’s possible that I could be the answer to another’s meeting, even while I am looking for my own.
Thank you very much for reading and commenting!
Lily
Ha, drunken blogging, I never fall foul of such behaviour….much…..
Thank you for visiting feelingjoy and liking my poem ~ voices. I enjoyed reading your poem…That Will Never Be…as well as eating good food.