O God.
Nameless desire binds my chest
tighter
with each desperate heartbeat.
Aimless yearning blinds me
with each deafening shriek
of my tortured breast.

Speak, my famished soul,
for indeterminate longing grips my throat,
slowly suffocating.
Faintness draws me nearer to my wish
while its tether holds me back.

Break, dawn,
and wake me
before these dreams obscure reality,
expunging the traces of my sanity.
O God, this yearning-
my soul, christen it so I may know
to forsake or pursue,
whether its vanity is true.