A well so deep.
I’m finally beginning to see that this emptiness,
can never be filled.
Not long term,
Oh, for a moment, yes.
A moment when the sun comes through the petals and illuminates them as though
they were filledÂ with silent kisses from the stars.
Or, a moment when a warm, sweet breeze ever so gently blows across my face and I am lifted up
just a mere breath above the ground, captivated by the softness of divine breath against flesh.
Or, a moment when I’m dancing with another and our hands come to meet,
skin to skin,
in a way that could never be planned or calculated or anticipated.
This longing hungers for the emptiness and theÂ emptiness feeds the longing,
between the two I dance.
inspired by this beauty by Irwin Keller of Itzik’s Well