Longing
It’s late at night...
And I lie on my bed, the moonlight streaming in bright...
Sleep evades my eyes and I wonder...
Is he going through the same yonder...?
The conflict rises and I cannot fathom why
I wait, in hope that he will reach out to calm troubled feathers o’mine...
Matters of the heart never seemed so profound...
For me it has turned my world around,
And yet when I question myself...
If I’d rather leave these emotions on a forgotten shelf...
So they gather dust, and I regain my sanity...
A laughter echoes that tells me I would be wallowing in pity...
Strange emotions beset me now...
And I feel a presence almost tangible somehow...
Elation and fear both take hold of me....
And what the future holds, I wish I could foresee....
Thoughts clutter my mind and question me...
Does he think of me too?
He sounds far away and I wish I could know...
What is it that I got to follow...?
To have him as mine, to keep forever...
So I have to yearn for him, never!
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