If I never see the rainbow
In a fine translucent sphere
If I never hear the sighing sound
An intonation of desire near
Can I be full?
If I never travel round the world
In eighty days or less
If I never fly the clear blue skies
To pilot dreams confess
Can I be filled?
If my intellect never amazes seers
In far and distant places
If the sands of time are not shifted
In them are not my traces
What fills?

Desire always desire
Nothing is ever enough
For nothing is never there
To fill my empty trough

What can save and what can heal?
What can give life hope?
What is there to reveal?
What can broaden scope?

04/04/2003

Author's Note: If a man seeks to save his life he will lose it, but if a man loses his life for my sake he will find it.

Posted on 04/04/2003
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