Hiraeth1 min 103 1 min 103
I look at you. I want to.
You're beautiful. Enchanting, sort of.
As if I have known you...
Since you were omnipresent...
And I...non existent.
I look at you. I wonder.
What is it that I know about you?
And I realize...nothing.
All I feel is that you created me.
Making me a part of your being.
An atomic, minuscule, worthless part.
I look at you. Every night.
And that sheet of mystery envelopes me.
Who are you? How are you?
And above all, Why are you?
Why do I long to come to you?
Why do I long to return to you?
I look at you. Every breath.
That diamond-studded black expanse.
Every shimmer calls me. Every streak enchants me.
I look at you. And I think...
I'll come back home.