The Yearning

Arising from archaic caverns,
The path is hidden in dark
recesses of memory,
yet the yearning persists.
an ember in the ashes.
a match strikes flint.

Flame flares through dissolving night.
Moth forever draws towards fire,
a  winged being of purest instinct,
yearning for Spirit..
if only to disintegrate in a white-orange flash of brilliance,
a puff of grey smoke and then, nothing...extinguished.

Yet flame still lives in a smoldering hearth of hope.
rekindled again..and again..
So, the path unwinds moving ever inward, downward.
Soul..remembers the way Home.

~ Eva Rider

previously published in Psyche's Journey

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  • Lovely. Thank-you for sharing Eva.

  • Lovely. A timeless and heart opening poem! 

    • Thank you Amy. It was one of my very early ones. Thank you for the kindness.

  • I am struck by how the sense of loss and longing can still result in such incredibly beautiful images, Eva. Thanks for sharing.

    • Thank you Bonnie.

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