Oh! How can I describe the longing,
That fills my heart and soul?
It is a dark cloak that lies heavy over me,
And I cannot shake it off.
It is an ache that weighs on my shoulders
Through every waking moment,
And lies beside me on the pillow
Through the endless hours of night.
It is a cloud that always blocks the sun.
It is my constant companion
In a world filled with shadows.
When once everyday was the first of spring,
Filled with love, and life, and living,
With laughter sprinkled everywhere,
Like wildflowers in the heather.
When pleasures shared multiplied,
And the simplest were the most treasured.
Our songs were never ending,
Till one day the music died.
How I long to smell the ocean,
And run together in the sand.
I long for the sound of rain on the roof,
Sitting by an open fire.
I long for Summer mornings.
I long for Winter nights.
God, I long for the foolish little things.
But most of all,
I long for you.
by Phil Coulter
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