There are days
when words
glide by gently
with such ease
like water springing
from a full fountain
and other times
when it runs dry-
so sadly

let love be
the river flowing
ceaselessly
from the heart
in tender longing
and here I am
waiting, dying
to hear your voice
at the setting
of the trembling evening

you will help me
in finding
the right words
in speaking
and I'll no longer
be in any wanting.