Hunger is
an organ tone, A single note sustained Perhaps until one is before Paradise arraigned. Yearning doesn't end with love, Vintner of despair. All the love one can conceive Leaves some longing there. Even in one's lover's arms, Needing nothing more, There's a void within the heart Increasing loss with store. Nor can one love but feel that pang, Empty at its core. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use. |
