A sense no one can live without 
Yet barely speak its name
Some spurn the thought and shrink within
Though chase it all the same

A slippery notion thrives among
The family gathered round
As babes all supple on its milk
As grown, some never found

As fickle as the Autumn sun
Like lucid alpine tarn 
Its sweaty pounding heart drawns in
Only to cool you down

Extremes of sentiment poures out
Yet ambivalence within
Shouts of joy, tears in vain
Rally cry and sing

There's really no escaping it
(The hermit never tells)
Longing pulls us back in time
'Fore fears can knock us down

If unsure, simply pour
More courage in your glass
Take your eyes off the book
Don't let their next glance pass