To the Sun
A piece is gone—
I have within me a heaviness
That pulls at me from the very depths of my being
I yearn to find the piece
Of which I lack so that once again
I might be whole.
I search my mind, my heart, my soul, my world
For a tiny glimpse
A clue that would lead me to the love that is amiss;
Thrown off course
By the winds of time.
I seek the Sun
The light whose glowing does no fade
Not with time
Not with age
Not with the reading
Of these words upon this page.
My Sun shines
And though I cannot see her
I hold her in my heart
The depths of my soul cling to the shimmering warmth of her eyes
The passionate raging calm when we kiss
The constancy of the touch of her skin
The comfort of her safe within my arms
I hold her close.
We are one—
The Sun and the Moon
The contradiction looms
It seems so strange two opposites should collide
But it is right—
The difference is none.
For she is the Sun that brightened my darkest day
The one that is my half to make me whole
The piece of which I yearn
To fill the longing of my love
For the one—
To the Sun.
Jennifer M. Kuntz