Yearning
How can you miss someone you never really knew,
And in whose absence, never really knew you?
Whose blood runs through your veins,
Though you are all that remains
Of life that once prospered and grew?
How can you want something that never was to be,
In eyes through which you were never meant to see?
All the riddles and the rhymes,
All the questions lost in time,
The answers to which just might set you free?
How can you love something that is not there,
The dust you worship oblivious to care?
No more thought of loss or win,
Only now what might have been
Before life's spark was dispersed into the air.
This is the yearning of the soul
On its journey to be whole.
Someday you'll have faith to see
What might have been will come to be,
All things are possible when at last we see the Goal.
