longing

 
disturbed hedonism shining in the tortured ism of my void
there is a primal knowledge that I burn with an understanding
something is missing an integral part of me

she seems to have spun heavenward
visiting the stars
sending me messages from far-off
traveling time rectifying my pneuma

I crave the fullness of my presence
or is she a traveler of necessity
gifting me only glimpses of what is

rotating in the void
answering to the wary
sadness alternates with emptiness my emptiness glows

pulsing in keening grief I wonder what happiness feels like
raining in my soul are shades of blue
collecting in the corners of my soul a sorrow so strong I bend with it

it is my person this sense of loss
singing to me it remembers a time I was loved
and I wonder where love went
did it decide I no longer shine
so it picked up leaving me behind filled with longing