Yearning 

Rachel A. Dutra (USA)

When all is said, and cried, and all is done;

When I am left with nothing but my own

I stare at what might have been.  The sun shone

For a short while; no more.  I run

Now from all that desires me, I shun

Love and trust.  I want to search the unknown

Depths of the solitary.  I want home

To be without the heart.  I want no one.

But there’s still a place only you can find:

The spot deep in my forgotten, the place

Where you belong.  You still hold the one key

That opens into my palace of winds,

Where my heart of clouds wants your warm embrace

And we’re together; we’re finally free