Love, lost.

A thirst as great as the world

A hunger as vast as the sky

Is the lull in my being as we part

As the yellow sun turns crimson

As the naïve dew drop steps into the sun

I walk out expecting the rain, only to burn

Every time I lay my eyes on you, it’s like the sky itself parts

Every time I hear your voice, it’s like lava erupts

Expressions are not my forte, I’m not blessed like nature

The sun breeds jealousy for he kisses you every morn

The wind is fortunate that it ruffles your hair every eve

But the night speaks to me, as I’m melancholic as the moon

Fated to behold from afar but never touch

Fated to reflect but never show

The moon speaks to me and mine

The earth bears your every being in my place

The rain washes away the those tears I could always tear away

But the storm, it speaks to me; always appreciated, never reciprocated

I’m reminded of the thirsty wave, forever grasping at the feet of the shore

I’m reminded of the limping wind that dies out with want of a tree to dance with

Always longing, never belonging, forever in the red heat, searching