Nostalgia for union
A million twinkling diamond eyes,
Peering from the black ocean of thick caviar skies.
They ache, longing for reunion and mortal existence,
Hanging like tiny, silver, dew drops suspended on a fine spider’s thread, weaving a web, traversing the heavens in intricate constellations.
They are tired, but burn brightly, continuing to glow until a light switches on within one of us. Deep in a heart, they wait to ignite the tiny flicker of a flame. Millions of years spent silently, expectant.
Infinite time spent loving. Their flame is constant. So now our feelings of longing are becoming the same. The yearning of being, meets the longing of becoming and this familiar dance continues, a nostalgia for union.
Nostalgia for union.