transience

Stretched fingers reaching for Golden rays For the ache in my heart matches The burning of the break of day Longing for paths to light- To make, pave, lay. Source of light and love, alike, We are the same. My soul pumps still, Though I'll forever seek. Like life without will, babe without mother Forest without a creek So am I without lover. Do not despair: Transience gifts purpose. The sun will draw me near And, alive, I'll wait.