What is this longing in me
This desire this sadness
This longing
For what?
For Beauty?
For what is no longer here?
For something higher farther deeper beyond?
For Love?
What is this longing this wanting in me
For what has no name?
And why do I feel
In the longing itself
The missing and the having at once?
As if somehow beyond all I am
Somehow and somewhere else
Whatever it is which should be most truly loved
Exists and waits for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love abounds, surrounds, but can only be found in our heart. Commendable poem, sir.