Longing or Loneliness

Is it loneliness or longing,
This cancer eating my heart,
Aching white hot through the night,
Raging on wildly all the long day?

This gnawing pang that threatens
To swallow me whole,
Like the cavernous pit of pain,
That marked your exit from my world.

I offered you my suffering,
As a testament of my love,
Untranquilized, full and raging,
And still you left, or were never there to meet me.

It is only at sunset when comes a brief release,
The clouds easing into gilded stripes,
The land settling down,
As a wearied soul prepares for death.

There is no grief at sunset, just peace, and colors
And eternity which washes between us.
A sky which silently waits for empty arms to give up,
Our strangled cries to cease.

This golden honeyed hour of sweetness
Is when I feel closest to you.
We are one, joined as overlapping spirits
in a sea of glowing warmth.
Jennifer D. Behnke - September 1, 2014 - 9:53PM