Restless yearning

Restless starts to

Pervade my bones, to

Writhe and twist within

Its first whisper

Of yearning and

Loss gets to rise over

Surrounding din.

Missing and wanting and

Wishing and all, a

Wandering, wavering due

And it sits, and it

Stills and it scampers

Ahead, to be free

And so me

To the full.

Remembering the true

Of a love closely lived

And with you and your

Rich threaded grace

And then things

Not yet been, but

Still hoped for

Sometime like the

Space and the

Consciousness fill.

These are restless

Are stretching, are

Calling forth something

New, and I'm

Watching and am

Giving their due.