Interminable...

There’s an ache I cannot touch…
Profound, breath-taking
And its nature is such
That I can find no end…
…or beginning

It fills me, surrounds me
In bitter-sweet pleasure
It torments, confounds me
With its interminable measure

It’s an intangible longing
A silent lament
Indistinguishable groaning
A sad discontent

I would feel empty and dead
If it should disappear
Its rush and its dread
Are my comrades, I fear…

A keen sense of loss,
Acceptance, despair
Of what is and what was
Wrapped into a prayer

There’s an ache I cannot touch
Or find the source thereof
Its interminable essence is such
That I think it must be…
Love

J~