There is what we want and what we need.
Every person has the urge to love and be loved.
We draw our wishes in the night sky—
silver constellations etched by lonely hands searching for a shape that matches our own
while our roots sink deep in quiet earth,
steady beneath our restless feet, anchoring us in soil rich with unseen nutrients.
Desire reaches for high branches,
where hope trembles on every leaf- we reach, we gasp, trembling at the flicker of “maybe” and “yes.”
Need lives low in the soil,
Whispering in the hush of roots, a promise of something steady, sure.
At dusk, we launch small boats of longing,
hulls built from dreams, sails from faith.
Winds test our courage,
but our hearts keep the course.
Love arrives in four seasons:
spring of fresh laughter,
summer of fierce embrace,
autumn of shared silences,
winter, where warmth is found in two breaths near the embers.
Sometimes we trade our yearning for comfort—
a gentle hand for a sure roof,
a glance across crowded rooms for a harbor in someone’s eyes.
mistaking the campfire’s glow for home.
But the wisest among us chart both paths,
mapping stars and soil in one design.
We sleep under dark skies
and build walls from stones we gather.
When doubt floods the plains,
We follow the heart’s compass:
seek light in another’s smile,
offer shelter with open hands,
sharing bread and hope in equal measure.
Here we stand between want and need,
compass in one hand, shovel in the other.
Eyes on both star and soil,
We carve our path together—
hand over hand, heart to heart.
