~ YEARNING ~

It's yet another quiet, dark night
outside my still dark room
Only the owls cry in the night
as the wind blows whispy silver clouds
that curl across the cold bright moon

But I, I here on this dull tomb lie
sombre, without sleep and without you
No books beckon me from atop dusty shelves
and no music plays its joyous noise

Where now the hungry embraces and gentle kisses
where the warm bed shared and myriad soft touches
the whispered words that desire only fleeting knew
as in this place I dwell, alone still without you

Food holds not taste, clothes warmth no more
no sun is needed and no rain sought for
Thus goes to the lake shore with tear filled eyes
though no voice there speaks nor o'er water cries

~ 11th July 2002, Seth Judd

And where, where stand you, on what country's soil
whilst here merely shadows, play o'er my wall
Fleeting memories, whispers of a hearts desire
for I am this night, alone and without you


Not far from my window a beech grove stands
knarled branches shaped almost as hands
They answer no mysteries ne'r deign disclose too
why I alone yearn, restless without you 

Then I write you a letter, just a few short lines
and suffer death a thousand times
Oh time who would not tarry when together we were
how cruel then he turns, refusing to stir

And so through high eaves and old cracked walls
a wind wails softly and a sweet voice calls
Time becomes timeless and the world fades away
as yearned for so sleep slowly leads me astray
to places where together with you I will lay