Yearnings

They say that destiny does not wait A man must be prepare and at the gate When the moment to his future calls Old folk wisdom is true and it appalls. I lost you the instant we were found I thought you would ever be around And took for granted the times gone When love was in its tenderest dawn. A man must forget what he can't keep I whored among the stars just to sleep And all your memory was hidden here Behind the sparkle of the tethered tear. Then he came from nowhere and said Your name: Dothnie! and the old dread Of denied seduction in lightning strike Trembled me there. O, I do so dislike To touch the jewel that I cannot keep. I Know its vain to think, or hope, or cry You are too married and too far away Using your number would noose my day.