The Longing Heart

As the Asian seas

Devoured so fiercely,

Printing its hands

-usually gentle and soothing-

Into the deepest

Ground, so I find

Myself victim….

Of a passion beyond

Understanding.

Empty craters,

-as the void in my soul-

Believed to be

Forgotten reminders

Of long lost rivers…

Now silent witnesses of Sorrow.

Is the red desert’s

Whisper as my own?

Does it, like me,

Wish for a return?

If only

This daydream would

Bring back the merry days…