Ancient Want

Obsessed with all we want.
We will take it
in any shape or form we can get it.
Neglecting to realize,
what we want may not always reciprocate.
Thus we continue to want, ache, yearn, lust
All the days long.

The heart is an ancient organ with
melodies of century old memories.
Foggy lives led that leave
their dark magical resonance,
in us deep and wide.

Something, some feeling,
just at the tip of your brain,
seducing you insane.

A quest begins to find the ancient pasts
that collided with ours.
Any form of connection.
Any dense understanding.
A storm of electricity
between interlocked eyes.
A touch that feels a thousand years
familiar.

I want to find you......