To love our lives
Is what we want
And need

But satisfaction’s
Never
Guaranteed;

For empty yearning’s
Built into
The soul

A circumstance
Beyond our poor
Control.

The colors melt
And pour into
A stream

There is an awesome
Silence
In the glen

Though life seems
More a battle
Than a dream

It has its moments
Every now
And then.

And you:
What are you yearning for
Today?

Is it that thing
You just can never
Say?

Or is it something mild,
A place
Of peace,

Or maybe just
Some whimsy, some
Caprice.

Believe in who you are,
And what
You want.

And you can tell me,
I’m your
Confidante:

Well me, and all the others
Reading
This —

So maybe twenty people
Know your
Bliss.

To love our lives:
It’s what our hearts
Require

We’re three parts reason,
Seven parts
Desire,

Who’s minds are travelers,
In worlds
Of words

Who trudge like turtles,
Though we’d be

Like birds