People long for light in which they feel something warm
To some that’s a bright smile in which they find charm
To some it’s just the little things
Longing and reminiscences
Gentle touches in a soft cafe
The peak of sunlight after a long winter night
Because oh so finally it’s day
And yet, much to their dismay
The longing is not matched by tender day
And relationship with dawn begins to fray
Like the rope of Terabithia did sway
You’ve created a sense of longing for what is hoped but which does not last. Deep heart longing and elusive. I feel an after-impact lingering.