Longing

Longing can be an abyss of unfulfilled need

We drown in

Shot through with echoes and resonances that live

Deep inside our hearts

Truths that we find it impossible

To speak about

To tell of

Longing can be an ocean that breathes and swells

That rises and falls

In rhythm with the heartbeats

Of ancestral moons

There may be longings we carry

That reach lifetimes back

And we wonder how

The abyss became so deep

To be brutally honest

There have been times I longed only for

The extinction of sleep

To find a place of peace

Where my heart and soul could be freed

From the never ending pain

Of all of these

Longings