If I speak of the longing
Does it negate my peace?
I want not to owe joy any debt
And what of the absence
For these one million nights
Ought I think that I don’t deserve rest?
When I’m down on my knees
Asking God to hold you
Lest I fail to place your heart most high
A far part of me knows
From your eyes and your prose
You’ll arrive in answer to my sigh