Monday, 21 February 2011

That For Which I Yearn

A heart yearns for everything,
It knows it can never have,
It sings a song a thousand times,
But knows it's never heard.

A fairytale to plague the mind,
With friends and foe alike,
A sight to see them in your head,
A place you'll never find.

A place to mind your weary soul,
From the lonely jaded road,
Where kings weep and fallen sheep,
Cluster in silent hope.

A heavy wind to knock the gates,
Of heavens blissful role,
A devil's way of making pain,
Become a daily chore.

And the heart aches,
A mind breaks,
A soul shatters,
And the devil's won.
Blessed be,
Miss Mary Hiashi


  1. beautiful and so sad.
    I love your poetry Mary. It's good to be able to enjoy anothre one again.
    Thanks for posting!

  2. This is amazing...It resounds greatly with what has been rushing through my mind..