225/365 LONGING

protecting the flame 

of that intrinsic longing

for peace and hope.

. 

feel your pulses tremble

deep inside the abyss.

.

all those silent teardrops

are falling, 

and keep falling

down into

the oceans of eternity

and eventually shall be 

carried and held by 

the ark of Sirius, 

gently, and flowing quietly

in the infinite landscape 

of silky ink night sky.

willing to let go