What was it like?

There are times when light floods in-
That pure essence of joy mixed with sadness.
Memories: the bright shadows,
The high stars above a dark night.
They are soft wistful whispers of past happiness,
The slow, soft recollections of lessons learned.
Of loved ones no longer quite so near,
And the feeling of missing who you once were:
A child- innocent, careless, unafraid.
Moments gain importance as you fight to remember:
What was it like to be tucked into bed by your mother?
Or to be carried on your father’s shoulders?
To meet someone and trust them immediately?
To sit on your grandfather’s lap?
They fade till all that is left is a paler light
Bright enough to conjure up past hopes
But lacking enough to make you wish for more.

One Piece

There’s a longing we all have,
You cannot deny it.
Some carry it openly showing the world
Saying they are not ashamed
Because they know the truth
That everyone is searching
For that fraction of their soul
The one that is missing
From a corner of their heart
Where it was given long ago
To someone, somewhere.
Some try to hide it
They find flighty distractions
Or like a difficult puzzle
They fill the gap with a mismatched piece
But it cannot be done
Only one piece will match
And it aches to be whole


There is a cure and many have found it
Like a puzzle it takes time
And the patience to search for it
Though the quest may be long
And the picture is incomplete
There will be a time
When you find it and know
That the fit is so perfect
So right and so whole
That the piece will slide in
And match as it should
And the ache will be gone
And the picture will be whole
What once made you despair
Will completely disappear.

There’s a longing we all have,
You cannot deny it.