Within me, there is a terrible ache;
It yearns for its match;
It burns with desire.
It burns with the power of a million suns.
But the emptiness, oh, the emptiness;
It consumes hope, devours joy;
it feeds voraciously.
It feeds with hunger of a million black holes.
The Ache/The Emptiness;
Are one and the same.
They are the doubts and worries of the unpartnered mind;
They are the dullness and distress of the unpartnered body;
They are the intense, tortured sadness of the incomplete soul.
I am again alone; painfully aware of the ache;
Never fulfilled in my trudged weariness across the desert of life.
Ever seeking the deep blue oasis, the pounding waterfall, the rhythmic ocean,
That will cascade through my mind,
my body,
my soul;
And finally, quench the ache.
Fill the emptiness.
..... as long as we are together.
Are you the decanter that will quench my endless ache?
Fill my terrible emptiness?
Please.....