take me to the river

how does it feel to be loved by you?

a song waiting to be written

if love is the bridge between me and everything,

where is the river I must cross?

where does the sun drink from the sea,

and the earthen steps rise to meet the stars?

does love long for those who can love just as we long to be loved?

singers of songs as yet un-sung

does creativity need creation just as we need to create?

to make manifest is to manifest oneself

I long for the long awaited exhale to bring me to my knees

I pray let me get out of my way

my heart aches for that which is yet to have filled it

for memories not yet made

my heart is hollowed full of longing

longing for an unknown that feels so known