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
