How many questions will answer my quest for you?
I have craved only for you, the warmth of your breath
Your yearning and my desire entwined
In the only manner in which life ever matters
Meandering through the many lanes of being,
I have even come close enough to smelling the musk of your
skin
Have tasted honey at times, in the tears I shed for you
I see you at the end of that rainbow, in my child's smile
In a silken tune of melancholy
When the music ends, why does the rainbow fade?
When I replay the song, why don’t those colors return?
Riding these dark waves of ceaseless hunger,
I may even have touched you once.
When that hunger sated, why did you disappear?
When it returns, why does it not bring you back?
I search for all my answers now and then
That departure, her rejection, were they the reason?
Or was it the exclusion not always explicit?
Halfway across the world, in forbidden alleys
I trace my way to your threshold
Each time a door opens, why do I run?
When I return to that door, why does it stay closed?
With desperate claims to propriety
Pleading for empathy, I cling onto you
I dream often of your journey to where you belong
Why do I wake up and find you alone?
Just how will any question answer my quest for you?
