how i tried planting
a wish in your heart
and how stunted t'was
though in me rampant

the days rode the leering sun
that at me winked in weird fun
the nights sat upon the sly moon
and there was never  a real boon

when i planted a wish in your dry heart
lo and behold it sighed and lay dead
though inside me the dream that never was
writhed, turned and wailed in a silent dirge

now the terrain that once was your hard heart
is forlorn, windswept and filled with galleys
how time has vindicated the aching of sore wants
and how the pangs we suffer live on even as we wane