Hiraeth

I look at you. I want to.

You're beautiful. Enchanting, sort of. 

As if I have known you...

Since eons...

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...

Maybe....just maybe....

I'll come back home.