Anxiety

My heart like a green leaf drank deep of the sun And was never satisfied, but ever in the wind dance Like a schizophrenic child, hungry for more fun. I yearn unending for fresh love and lintless romance Something without dusk, and a chasm to groan The anticipation of another dawn, The longing for the comfort gone, The emptiness outside the soul Void of fleece, void of mythic gold For everything I loved seemed always but a loan. No voyage through the dripping wet of morning trees To find the source of song with painstaking eye Or shiver in the palm of a gentle gushing breeze Can quite the desire so innate, appease or satisfy Was it something steroid in my mother's blood Or something in my ancestral spirit That claim these fragments, sand spit And bar, but cannot love them same As the naked dances round the flame Too shallow here silvern salt within the mud.