The Ache

Swelling up within its shell – the soul aches to be free

Free to float and envelope the being it has lain with, dwelled within

To rise up in a mist from every pore, circling and diving in and out

Can you feel it? It’s beckoning you, pulling at you like the moon

It wants you to let go, it doesn’t want to leave – it just wants to be

© A. C. A. (aka Aletheia Dasein)