My soul aches
for things lost
for things found
It is really bittersweet,
the heaviness of today
the light of tommorrow,
but when the world slows down..
I look at the stars
Wanting more
breathing more
feeling more
I know it is there
all in the ache
of needing
you.
~Almighty Heidi
2 comments:
Hmm. I don't know about you, but this poem strikes me as a paean to freedom--freedom from want, fredom from loss, freedom from need.
Despite the soul aching, I hope you're doing well, old friend.
I'm thinking of an ancient sailor guided home via the eternal fixtures in the sky ... :)
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