Longing is what the earth feels for the moon
once a part, now held in orbit
longing is an ocean between
longing is the sailor for home
longing is for what might have been
and for memories denied
longing is the wanderer for rest
longing is the first spatter of rain
when the earth is hard and dust bitter
longing is what my hand feels when I think of you
and the emptiness where you should fit
