When the mind pines...

When the mind pines for home,
it finds it wherever it looks;
In a silent tomb, an empty room,
or within the pages of books.

When the mind pines for spring,
it finds it in whatever it sees;
a blade of grass, a swallow's wing,
or the changing colour of trees.

When the mind pines for joy,
it finds it lurking in wait;
in a place the shadows can't destroy,
far from the machinations of fate.

When the mind pines for hope,
it clings to anything it can find;
A fortune cookie, a horoscope,
any sign the stars are aligned.

When the mind pines for love,
it seeks it out far and wide;
But the heart knows, as it often does,
you start by looking inside.