Beware the private smile

The little grin at night's end,
Because you think you know a secret, like the name of a star: your desire and your need are indistinguishable.
It must then follow knowing, being - no need can be unmet in a just life. Who can turn from the sun?
Who, god or man, basked in love, would not blossom love?
no prize can be wished and not gained.
some hidden devil's mischief blocks us, else we would have our hopes.
To wake alone, to seek without finding, to grasp at air, to smile at night and mourn at dawn, these are beyond understanding.
To be drunk with love is to know the bitter world must be a dream, and waking is near.