Searching (A Tale Of Light And Longing)

There was once a girl who was seized with the madness of sheer ecstasy. No other object had she, nor rhyme, nor reason.

Sitting quiet at a table, at a neighborhood cafe she would want to shout out in joy. Walking tree-lined dappled sunlit roads she would want to dance, skip, scream. Staring out a high window, up towards fluffy white clouds in a bright blue sky, she’d want to fly.

But she stayed quiet; she pressed her lips together and swallowed her incandescence. And dropped thick lashes over...