My Heart's Desire

When sleep often becomes life's test,
& you've tossed & thought all night.
Yet your mind defies peace, 
& your heart will not rest. 

I wake from a dream I do not long to be a dream, 
since I long for it to be real. 

& I envy those dreams
For which they seem, 
To be the mirror image of how I feel. 

Will I ever find my hearts desire?
Or will I continue this longing for love?

When will that day come that my soul is inspired, 
& I will find the one I've been thinking of. 

Decembers winters are indeed cold, 
while Junes days are resting in the sun.

I long for a gentle soul to hold, 
& I shall be content with just that one. 

He shall be everything I am not, 
& I won't be everything that he is.

Tis true opposites indeed attract, 
If there is love that both can give. 

So it seems when I discover my love, 
He shall be the thread to my seam.

& Decembers harsh cold winters,
Will indeed become Junes dream.

Though I wait in trail,
as my nights of slumber are few,
& my heart gives sleep restless resistance.

For the days shall pass,
As the tomorrows become new,
When sleep is the test of my existence.