Have you ever longed,
Yearned to hear a song?
Knowing as you search,
It has never been sung?
Have you ever paged through the dictionary,
Just longing, searching for a word?
Hoping, scratching letters in the dark,
For something spoken but never heard?
I am searching, I am looking,
For something never seen.
Hoping that there is something,
Somewhere in between.
I suppose at the bottom of the lung,
While the body cravingly pleads for one last breath.
That must be the longing and the hoping,
Just prior to the death.