Till The End..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i ask for the tree
for its wood, i know it could not
refuse, my insistence,
my own insincere asking, since
it cannot do otherwise.

i ask for love from someone
less than me, again, this insincere
asking, since, i know
i cannot be refused by lesser
mortals like me.

it is not the asking then that
makes thing happen,
that makes bodies fulfill their
hurling, that makes dreams come
true,
that makes us fill all the
emptiness inside us.

it is this assertion of what we need
what the heart commands,
what we follow till the end.