Do trees long for the leaves they have spilled?
Do lovers long for the wounds they have healed?
Do warm rivers long for the winters deep chill?
Do dark nights long for the days concealed?

I to have learned to long,
to yearn,
to thirst,
For the warmth of the wind, the cool of the moon,
The pleasant sigh of a newfound love,
For words just newly learned,
I will long.

I will long,
For all things touched by you.