Saudade

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.