A Yearning Heart by Lynx

Within my heart beats a sound
a sound, a voice that whispers a name.

I constantly dream just to make a moment worthwhile,
imagining I'm just a shoulder reach to look upon his smile.
however he is more than i could wish for
i must be a fool assuming i have a chance
maybe i am and maybe I'm wise to understand
that there are things i have to let go even if its just wishful thinking
yet how i dream to love him.

But my thoughts loom over him that has grown deep inside of me
i see his presence yet i cannot touch
where i dwell outside his walls
and only my eyes can reach his soul
my eyes that are filled with joy gazing his sight
at the same time tears swell at night
realizing my wish "who is him"
is just a dream that has become a star
a star i couldn't reach.

Even though i wept knowing where i can only go as far
at least i nurtured an inspiration
despite the fact it is my own cultivation
but would it be wonderful
if it was his hand that cultivated?

So i take time listening to my heart
the sound it beats, the voice, the name it lives for is an echo,
where each waves it does is a sign my heart yearns to love
and much like an echo it bounces back
and as much as i do hoping to be loved
desiring the warmth from another my heart lacks.