Missed

Jacarandas dream of their purplish blooms

Stars are wished in places where darkness looms

Mountains cry for greens when destroyed by goons

Freeways are wants of the orbited moons

Winters make trees wish that they are not bare

The rafflesias ask for a scent that’s fair

Oases are longed in each desert square

Some fishes perhaps dream of surface air

Amidst the chaos, the world shouts for peace

Poverty hopes for a heavenly kiss

Fresh air is longed for by the urban crowd

Serenity missed in a place that’s loud

All creation have desires unattained

But to what they’ve missed, steadfast they’ve remained;

Even the world of lies dream for what’s true

So do I miss you, as much–I miss you…

Just as water is wanted bad in lands—

Cursed and dry as the Atacama sands,

Same is the torment that dwells in my heart;

You’re missed when truth sets in that we’re apart