The lonely heart pines…: A poem

For what does the lonely heart pine?

In whose arms does it want to recline?

To fill the countless gaps of time

A cloudburst in the desert of life’s rhyme

A conversation that fits like a shoe

A romance that is fresh as morning dew

A sheaf turned in a neighbourhood new

A canvas with every shade and hue

When the moon and sun together shine

Does it matter if it’s day or night?

The weary traveler spots a hearth’s light

And hopes that it is with welcome bright

The oceans swell, the waves collide

On the tide, boats crest and ride

But each one needs a hand as guide

Like the stars with the night confide

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms. View more posts