A turn of the head,
A crinkle of the eye,
And a smile that blows all away.
They never look at the same time.
Never to see
Never to know.
They can't see
Their own hearts, floating by.
Longing
It festers deep in the soul of the mighty,
And resides gently in the soul the weak.
Longing.
For something
Few have
For something
They never noticed.
