My Heart Aches...

My heart aches -
like the ache of the sun before it rises to shine, to warm;
like the ache of the sea as it washes onto the shore
from the ancient and mysterious deep, longing again for life on the floor-
like the ache of the monarch before it finds its wings,
before it dares to dream of its life in the sky, braving to fly,
yearning and earning its life on the wind.

And so, the leaves - they dance and spread like fire,
and the mountains reach forever to find a song to sing.
And so it is in me.

You've taken me-
like a thief steals his gold
Like the sun steals the sky you've stolen my breath
And, though it may be my death,
My heart aches, Lover of my Soul...
it aches for You.
©2005, Brian Fidler