When we get our heart’s desire,
The yearning stops, anticipation,
All we are left with is a hollow,
Aching and arid where once was fire.
Dreams go rusty in the rain,
And rain falls hard when dreams take flight.
The stars all fallen in the night,
Will never shine with borrowed light,
And all that’s left is gnawing pain.
Take these feathers plumed in sunglow,
Toss them in the rainbow winds,
Give me a scented dab of rose, love,
Hold me tight; don’t let me go.