Not for want of desire

When all that you want
And desire to have
Is that which you don't
And must wait for in time
Then I will be present
Not as a gift but thick as a curse
As a fog in mind which cannot clear
And a pause in heart which will beat rather far
A drum that pounds in ache
A back bends till it breaks
And this wishful sometime
Will not be tomorrow
And so left are you here
In this revelatory sigh worthying
Is sorrow

Somedays the mountain unmoving is as you
In feeling