I Feel An Urge

I feel an urge to crack open—once again But I'm not sure I can bear the strain … Whatsoever, anymore! I'm not sure I can take another lover I'm not sure I can recover … Whatsoever, anymore! But - yet there's an egret Wanting to spread its wings azure, inside of me And nest, again, once more for sure. But - yet there's something in my heart Tells me there's no rainbows end. No pot of gold. But I require a loyal, loving friend to hold That won't or can't be, told … Whatsoever, anymore That our love grows, cold. I require me just one lover, telling me there is, no No fissure, can't be crossed, bridged, healed or closed. Take my hand; we are all so near to the end. Here-every-story truly begins afresh Here-no-one asks to be, saved From being crushed by talons or bleeding claws But-just is a rehearsal instrument singing in bliss? … Whatsoever, they're forever more Like the cry the thunder in the sky They too forget the reason all things must die Be quenched dry, only to again cry.