The heart wants what it wants
Peering across the sands of time it stands
Waiting, yearning, for what it lost
Hoping to reunite at long last
But reality’s quagmire conspires
To swallow the heart and what it aspires
Wisdom tries to ease the wait
Says, be assured it’s sweet, which is late
But who’s to quell the heart’s thirst?
Tell it that patience comes first?
When every moment is eternity, each one an age
Of what use is wisdom, what good a sage?
When words yield neither warmth nor shade
What else but doubt is left to abate
– Raziel ©2017