Sometimes there is longing
for something, someone,
somewhere
you never met
except
to know it’s missing
beyond
the reach of a hand,
a wonder of mind,
the memory of a heart
without words to convey
what is lost
yet now and then a glimpse
deep inside the eyes,
a child’s laugh,
or the way the moonlight
reflects on water
in silent awe
for a moment, that pain
lessens, and you try
to catch, to hold
that brief fullness
as if it were tangible
as time
or as human hearts
that knew
the forever ocean of love,
always carrying you
home, no matter
how far you drift
The longing
for something, someone,
somewhere, in you
is in me too,
this shared missing,
connection in kind
becoming
waves of compassion
in an ocean of understanding
for this
unwordable longing,
in you, in me, in us
Eliel Fionn 7/29/23