There is this sense of longing.
There is a pull towards something That I cannot explain.
There are tears which well up
Out of nowhere.
As though they are not my tears at all
But instead are the heartbreak expression Of a woman in mourning.
Missing her lover. Needing his touch,
Which is nowhere to be found except in her dreams.
I do not weep for a lover lost,
I weep instead for things unknown. This sorrow wells up inside
For desires I cannot express.
Because the words cannot be found. I am convinced the words do not exist.
I look to the heavens for guidance.
The North Star shines it's Soft white light against the black surround.
The path is clear, I only must forge ahead.
Straight, into the light, And into safety.
But my head turns each time the sorrow hits.
And my direction shifts Along with it.
And so I remain.