What is 

This longing?

Pointing me toward a North somewhere?

I only know something is missing.

I do not know exactly what it is,

Can only sense it’s outlines

from the spaces it left behind.

These may be the most important words I ever write.

Sitting here

The darkness is growing light.

I am waiting.

Take courage.

Have faith In the bright new sun.

It is still there

Even if dark clouds obscure it.

In the end it will find you

If only you remain to greet it.