Longing for ....

When you go away,
On your trip around the world,
Don�t forget to pack my heart with you.

It won�t take much room,
Folded up and slipped between the pages of your book,
Like some tattered piece of lace
Or dried out rose petal, saved for remembrance...

Be careful not to let it flutter to the ground
Lost in some distant, ancient erg,
Or be swept away by the wind
To some far off grassy land.

Instead, save it for a dark, cold and lonely night
When your soul is weary, and you realise
That somewhere, someone is longing for you....