Yearning tender feelings heal with flowers
when your woes and sorrows leave you overwhelmed
for the state of endless sadness or uncompleted mourning--
take star of bethlehem,
there's willow if bitter, when helpless--wild rose,
some sunshine wattle revives all lost hopes
but for a simple case of longing--
what are we to do when homeless in our
hearts and souls some of us take daring chances following our lovers--
the passion we can trust...
others just cannot sit still--
they're driven by the power of mighty wanderlust
wherever we go, god, we're trying so hard
to make every place feel like home left behind
but despite of all endeavours—nothing changed,
as ever--we're homeless in our hearts... but i'm yearning no more
'cause i found my home in you
and now it's where i belong
i gave up the world to be with you come to me, i'll soothe your yearning...
is this what you've always dreamed of
the aim of our desire is hard to recognize
it often stares you in the face and yet, against all reason,
takes the longest time to find
you circle the globe, go native, go far...
but it's not a country or a town, not a house...
what's the use of distant travel if only to discover
--you're homeless in your heart come to me, i'll soothe your yearning...
Those words upward have a lot meaning for me. I just realized how i’ve been such a coward yeeling about “yearning” all the time, but pointing my finger to someone else like he founded guilty as its charge—responsible for my yearn. Stupidly, I’ve talked about love so many times, but never dare following my heart neither lovers. I was just followed my lust.
So now, better I just shut my big mouth. Officially closing my blog—hope for temporary—til I found a man whom I can believe, say “I’ll soothe your yearning because my heart is where you belong.” Wish me luck. -The End- |
