THE AWAKENING

Call it an awakening or call it the light

But only you feel it all day and all night

The heartache, 
the yearning that pulls every fiber

Every long second, when you’re not together

This is a story bereft of ending

Scripting discovery in every beginning

In every held chance, 
In every sweet dance

It builds and grows as time allows

It is bewildering, to feel so alive

Soothing, relaxing and so comforting

It is uncanny, when a feeling so strong

Takes you in its grip 
like the winds of a storm

That tosses you helpless leaving you stranded

On a lonely shore with a yearning for more

You count the days,
 the hours, the minutes

Until connection dissolves separation

Until the world disappears

and warm togetherness 
replaces fears

And in this fragment of singular thought

You seize the moment caring not

For consequences that may or may not

change the future or build defences

As caution flies like the rays of the sun

You lie in the now, 
in the making of one

The making of memories , cheerfully wrought

With mind and body in action and thought

adding chapters
 to the story penned

To a page descriptive so new, so creative

Call it awakening or call it the light

But only you feel it all day and all night