there is a longing in the sigh of the wind
cold breath that presses against the skin
timid in its softness as it blows
ruffling the edges of a dream.
a secret longing hard pressed to keep
slowly straining to be released
a wish to be unleashed unchecked
to claim what it most desires.
such sweet longing whispered into the night
praying into the starlit skies
an end to the waiting and the wanting
a light in the darkness to shine.