Desirous

I have a contented wistfulness

and a wistfulness that destroys.

One is like a cloud,

the other, a storm.

The one that was given,

I have not taken.

I have a contented wistfulness

and a wistfulness that destroys.

I am as desiring with blue

as with bliss.

But how loved is the cloud,

as to that of the storm!

Still paired as a yoke,

I have a contented wistfulness

and a wistfulness that destroys.