Look At The Stars

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


~Almighty Heidi


X. Dell said...

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.

Matt D said...

I'm thinking of an ancient sailor guided home via the eternal fixtures in the sky ... :)