Longings

In another timeline...a parallel world,
Lies what you crave yet left untold.
The cord of longing weaves your breath,
For ashes are nothing but possessed gold.
Hands you held were never so warm,
As the memories of their entwined warmth.
Nor any face ever so loving,
As one you await some distant month.
The sweetest lands are faraway...
Always serene are untouched shores,
The greatest aches keep you alive,
For the heart will beat for what's not yet yours!