The longing

 

 

Love me! Love me!

O, what a voice!

Softer than dews at evenfall

And yet more penetrating

Than the frosts of deep winter!

The long, low syllables,

Overwhelmed with incessant

And timeless longing.

Turn not away my soul

You hear it yet,

Ever, ever more urgent

Longer, lower reaching

To the depths of my being

Can I, dare I, not reply

Alas if I resist, I am undone!

Beneath the lonely darkening sky

I am alone!

 

 

 

Kathy Breakell