Yearning

Eyes drawn to teardrops
falling from the sky
My heart yearns
As a dam yearns for a river
As a hill for a mountain
A tree for a forest

Ears drawn to laughter
Of the many smiles
My frigid lips yearn
As a caged bird yearns for flight
As the snow yearns for warmth
As a shadow yearns for light

Senses drawn to gentle caresses
Of a mother’s hand
My skin yearns
As a photograph yearns for a memory
As a teddy bear yearns for a hug
As a toy yearns for a child

Thoughts drawn to love
Freely flowing in knowing words
My withered soul yearns
As a foal yearns for mother’s milk
As a cry yearns for comforting silence
As a wind yearns for a home

My being yearns
As a candle yearns for flame
As an instrument yearns for music
As a book yearns to be read
As things yearn for freedom, purpose, love