The seas speak of longing
Songs from its lost navigators
Echo in the cadence of dreams
Stowed half-known within.
Perhaps the rain has made it so;
Slanting across vague light
Recalling the memory of itself
Having fallen there before.
Desire is the wind somewhere
Blowing hair out from your eyes
Agitating damp leaves away
From childhoods tree-house.
Only the dreamless can forgo
The pain from things that will never be
As the stars give out their grave glitter
Toward otherwise boundless dark.