The Longing...

Every time is like the first;
the hunger from within,
the neverending thirst...
not for knowledge but for peace,
that the turnoil within may cease,
that the longing unrequited
may at long last be quieted
when it seems tranquility for me
is as far as a Sea on the Moon
and not how soon but how long
must the Minstrel sing this song
in a voice, quavering, yet strong
with the feelings he releases?
For what else is there to do
but what is best for you
though others may see
someone so differently,
what they believe they find you to be
because of words
to which they give their own meaning...
            03-14-10