The Ache

This inner longing

It rises sharply

curling, winding, unbending

Seeking, I know not what

Snakelike, uncoiling

My senses boiling

An ache so deep

A need so great

Needing, I know not what

It’s in the trees

It’s in the fields

Its also in the mountains

The hand emerges

Sword held aloft

Ripples form and spread

It’s everywhere I turn

But can’t be reached

It’s all around me

The fires burn and burn

Flickering, twisting

Rising upwards and on

I’m lost in bliss

Sensing laughter – happiness

The aching rises

Seeking, writhing

But not finding

It’s release

Dear Lady take my hand

Lead me where you will

Be my guide, my Mother

Maiden, crone

Ease this ache

Let me know I’m not alone

Somewhere

All is one

It begins

Just to End

An endless return

The eternal Breath

I am a child

I feel alone

I ache to end it

To be reconciled

Cleansed, to rest

Hugged, caressed

One – with the Goddess