Jan 4, 2021
1 min read
Hiraeth
I do not know what it is that I seek,
or perhaps I do know —
and it simply never was.
It is more than a longing for home,
more than a song about singing skies
and a haven built from stones.
It is more than a fainted cry
from a weary traveler
in search of a resting place —
but how much more can I yearn
when the fullness…
