Yearning

 Yearning

 

what an inconsolable hearts' to do? but not yearn.

and like the sun in evening to the cosmic womb return

or to nest how the foraging birds flock

love keeping the time and is the master clock

 

                                                what minds not to do but think?

                                                and speak its words on white with ink

                                                and when this too is so much to bear

                                                will it not with anxiety wear?

 

You, a ravishing beauty would test a sea

measure no depth, for so much deep, is my love you see

I would then long to you my nymph siren

to your hard rock happily set my life's ships to be broken