if our soul is love

if our soul is love

then it longs for love

in the absence of love

and then growing cold

gets lost

often falling asleep

burying its suffering deep

then it seems there is only

absence

can we open the door

on what is closed

can we sense that vibrant longing

still breathing

its tired old heart

still beating

there will we in weeping

feel the truth

as all of these illusory veils

are removed

until there is no way

any more

to hold back the flood

of love

of needing

of wishing

of longing

of giving