Your heart is a hard place now,
For my impatient soul.

I will never pray for the rainbow sky.
Dear one, you can rest on my lap,
With my cradling fingers through your hair.

You were a looming presence,
In the middle of the ocean and sky,
On the burning horizon.

My shoulders thrust forward,
To look at you,
For a single sign from your face,
To hold you completely,
But now I am bereft of signs.

I know that untold desire is sadness,
But it is late.
To clear the concealed clouds from your eyes,
As your lips touched my forehead,
Your arms desire to embrace me,

Dear one, don't go away.
Rest, rest your head on my shoulder.

© L o s t S o u l