Longing

Across my open window,
the flowers breeze carries You.

Desperate as others seem or say,
why can't they see ......
confoundedly
one day or two,
I lose my measure....
trying to tend them.

No more Lord.
Your pulse is throbbing.
I don't want to quit again.

I want You to fill me.
Rock me please,
make me soaking wet.

The cries from weary ones aren't wasted here.
.... spent enough chasing shadows ....
pent up wondering ...
licking festering spots with ooze.

I be watching ....
....keeping that broom close by.
....noticing who and what stops by.
Your pulse is throbbing.
I don't want to quit again.

I only know...
the breeze don't flow,
when I focus on my steps....

I got to place myself to feel it.