YEARNING:

It´s deep & buried, where the gentle heart beats,

It´s in that old place, where the soul gently bleats,

It´s curving down below, where the entrails bend,

It flows through veins, where the blood does wend.

It´s un-seeable, invisible & it´s never loudly heard,

It´s felt in new dawn & carried away by the bird,

It´s wept by the rain, upon the cheek of the man,

It´s never found on map, radar & never on a scan.

It´s sensed on the wind & it drifts upon the clouds,

It´s felt in the oceans, where the waves crash loud,

It´s there in your sleep, dancing with lost dreams,

It´s on cheek of awakening, running down in streams.

It´s so hard edged, yet seen as soft without an end,

It´s the eternal enemy & yet, it´s seen as only friend,

It´s the ember within the heart, it´s cold yet burning,

It´s that inhospitable & lonely place called yearning.