rough harvest

Medium

Digital

Artist Notes

Praying For. . .(Wanting to Be Wanted) ________________________________________________________________________________ I'm sick to death of being philosophical about loneliness, and I don’t want to walk through this world alone anymore. ________________________________________________________________________________ I want to be somebody’s baby, somebody’s darling, someone’s beloved, somebody’s rock, someone’s desire, to see the light in someone’s eyes in the morning when I kiss him awake, to know he will be there to hold me when life slaps back and leaves a bruise, to keep my arms open and words gentle when he needs to unburden himself, to give and take and take and give over and over in an endless river of sharing. ________________________________________________________________________________ I'm afraid. ________________________________________________________________________________ I'm so afraid it won’t ever happen, that I will live the rest of my days unlit, unwarmed by the steady sun of someone’s love. ________________________________________________________________________________ They say you reap what you sow. Well, I don’t think I have ever sown enough heartbreak to harvest the mantle of hurt I wear these dark days. ________________________________________________________________________________ Oh please let there be somebody. . . please let us find each other before the sun sinks deep behind the far western clouds. ~ © 2011 Regina Coeli deWinter