Grain of Desire

The buried, endless want
Falls a straight path- down
Like a closing, yearning vow, penning
that almost silent wish.

Like spring, it falls, hits
not enough, not even full once;
Eventually it mourns, instead
upright and dreaming time away.

Here, it shall be- far, well marked
when you are long gone,
The perfect conclusion, doled
to this backwards-reaching seed.