Longing

It’s late at night... And I lie on my bed, the moonlight streaming in bright... Sleep evades my eyes and I wonder... Is he going through the same yonder...? The conflict rises and I cannot fathom why I wait, in hope that he will reach out to calm troubled feathers o’mine... Matters of the heart never seemed so profound... For me it has turned my world around, And yet when I question myself... If I’d rather leave these emotions on a forgotten shelf... So they gather dust, and I regain my sanity... A laughter echoes that tells me I would be wallowing in pity... Strange emotions beset me now... And I feel a presence almost tangible somehow... Elation and fear both take hold of me.... And what the future holds, I wish I could foresee.... Thoughts clutter my mind and question me... Does he think of me too? He sounds far away and I wish I could know... What is it that I got to follow...? To have him as mine, to keep forever... So I have to yearn for him, never!