Sense of Yearning

There wasn’t one bird,

Which sung,

Nor was there one leaf,

That cracked!


Calm and reserved,

She always was,

And scant and preserved,

She spoke!


But in that silence of her,

I groped for truth,

The music I never listened,

I searched for!


Like wave after wave,

New urges rushed in me,

To live this puny little life,

In nothing but her glee!


Found sense in stupidity,

And sight in utter dark,

Yet this love seems far away,

And the pendulum didn’t stop to sway!


Oh, come to me my love,

Just know this man exists,

Who lives in your hope,

Searching for the air you breathed!