8

Sustenance Denied

When I am weak, I can find a simple
Un-moving spot, a place where warmth will hold
Against me so my slumbered dreams may build
Me new to walk into the morning's cold.


When I want for food, this bounteous hall
Does provide me succulents, sweet with life, 
And drink to quench, enough for me and all,
And spice to flavor tastes from all that thrives.


But when my heart and eyes do want to know
And spy their food, then what good garden can
Supply their need? For what I want is thee.
What am I to do, where am I to go?


For what is sought and needed by this man
Is not allowed (by fate nor plan) to be.