A Strange Thing Called Desire

Tired of the yellow, I longed for the gray
That night, with the desire wide awake in my heart,
after arduous conscious efforts,
I slipped into unconsciousness
With the outer world still and actionless,
the spirits of the unconscious took over.
In the garden of my heart,
with seeds of deep desires already sown,
the spirits did all to tend to the tender lives but
mind you, desires grow like nothing else ever does
As an answer to the tending, the seeds threw open
and the emerging shoots gripped all of my body
with the strength and pace of light
I trembled within, not with the pain though,
It was something else-
Something all have experienced and
Something none could explain.
I was no different;
I felt happiness and pain intertwined,
the feeling so immense and so alive
that it forced my eyes wide open.
All was quiet- within
Outside, I was faced with a noise
I had longed for and loved more than
the inner peace
There was pleasant pelting of
pure droplets on the thirsty land
Looking at the dry earth, slowly
soaking in the wetness and
emanating the charming, muddy flavour
that it always does after the first rain,
My desires were quenched, in every way I desired.