How do you measure the depth of the human longing that grief draws in?
You can't, just as you cannot measure sorrow or how many lifetimes you might grieve.
Longing.
It exists in my head and also in my past memories, as often as I walk the memory path.
Perhaps you too have a longing tucked into your coat pocket, brought into your heart's light each day.
There will be light in your dark one day.
When the world is dark no longer.
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The heavily laden dark
Saturated with whispers.
Tumbling through the atmosphere
Sharpened
Looking for a place to land
Their arrow shaped piercings
Disguised as bird song yet.
Quietly hiss through the laden air
Searching
Searching
Their tails bring in the dawning light.
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A strike to the light
The shadow piercing begins.
The soft thud of each arrow’s arrival
Thud strike light
And the shadowlands crackle and spit
With the early morning dawning
Of warrior three gliding on cloud
AimingÂ
Targeting
Their arrows calling in the dawning love.
And again I whisper
Step into this light of longing, my bright heart.
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