The Yearning
She stands upon the white sands
gazing across the churning abyss.
The yearning,
a hunger that gnaws at her soul.
If someone chanced to happen by
and looked into those emerald eyes,
they would find the light missing from those green orbs.
There was a time when a smile played at the corner
of those hungry lips
and danced with a shine in those beautiful eyes.
Now it is absent without his fire to make her burn.
She's stood here before and would gladly
spend a lifetime waiting for his return.
The sun is waning,as mists form droplets in her raven locks,
sparkling like so many stars in a midnight sky.
With an ache that tears at her heart
she departs her lonely vigil.
As she turns away ,she knows,
she will be back the next day
and the next ,and the one after that
until his return.
Then once again,returning the light to her eyes,
her life ,her very reason for being.
Copyright © Jim Skinner | Year Posted 2007
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