And want will not slake any earthly thirst.
Thirst perpetuated drives this longing,
And the longing will live once it's unearthed.
Forever mindful of what was to be,
All that was and could have been, unravelled.
So tangled, and tainted a destiny
Must not be your sorrow to be travelled.
Need does not give rise to promises kept,
And though my heart lingers alone in need,
Directionless, my need I can't accept,
For contradicting dreams will make me bleed.
I will not wait or hope, but dream instead,
And always for your heart, my love, unsaid.
(c) Lishesque
2:21 am Wednesday 4 June 2003