Your longing so lethal,
This heart so brittle.
Myriad cries, Infinite miles,
tear dries, and desire riles.
If Life slip like hilltop rubble,
Or may be burst like a bubble.
This yearning, so agonizing,
Incessant burning, too tantalizing.
Moments like ages,
This torment rages,
With every age, lesser being remains,
Eyes become stones, fading my name.
Will light ever dawn,
Kill this ache and moan,
Quench this land so dry,
a glimpse that end this cry.
Your sight can pump life back,
Replant life fluid, a corpse lack,
Inject strength, and light amber,
And finally cease this slumber...