Ache

I have longed to listen to your voice as the trees listen to the wind. Their soft lament, a whisper of soft sighed sadness at its missing. With each breath of desperation caressing the sweet scent of Your Soul. With utmost reverence, I birth the embers that flame deep within the scorch of my heart. In the yearning of my gasp, you carry me forth upon a storm of fierce desire and unbidden ache. For in the winds passing, it leaves my cry empty, silent, and forlorn.