(Missing.)

A sense of incompleteness, loss without wound 
Undamaged and unbroken, but lacking a part of herself 
Known since youth, but never touched or glimpsed 
Except in dreams of miracles and the sweet ache of a caress 
Its name is lost to her, but she dimly perceives its shape 
In every face she sees, and in eyes so tender and warm 
From which she draws succor and fulfillment of those 
Youthful longings of peace and safety in her own heart 
Which bursts with hoarse cries and lovers' whispers 
Pouring forth in silent light, the song of her soul