A Longing, An Inspiration
I need the inspiration of a long and tortured night.
Fill my heart, my mind with visions of wonder, delight.
I need the sultry velvet of dusk half-drawn
To draw me into its light ‘fore it fades to dawn.
Shall my heart leap within me at the mention of your name,
When my heart, cold, alone, knows only pain?
But if I can, by chance or faith, feel again inside,
Then I will run, leap to your arms and cry.
Time regardless and joy none to care,
I will be joyful, regardless, when I am there.
As one, I need another with whom to lengthen and die,
But first I need the inspiration of a long and tortured night.