I long for you sweet life,
And search for your low and high.
In the brooks and the books,
In the flowers red and the riotous bed.
I look for you, in eyes that say,
And songs slow and gay.
In the rain and the thunder that rumbles,
In the cuppa and the cookie that crumbles.
I look for you when it is dark and thick,
When lights and sights, blip and blink.
I yearn for you in moments pensive,
Alone with breath, quiet and tensive.
You catch me unaware,
When I dare to bare;
A whisper in the din,
An assurance neath’ the sin.
You seem close, so very close;
You are always there I suppose.
Let’s drink of your cup, deep and strong.
And waltz to your beat nightlong.
Lead me on to the delight,
You promised when I first lay sight.