The morning Sun
feels the same on my skin,
No warmth flooding
from the sky,
My bed has the same feel
every night,
No softness to lay
my soul anymore,
My mind can't ever rest,
With the loss of heaven
weighing on my chest.
Food barely registers
on my taste buds,
The sweetness of fruit
has been lost,
The richness of
Earths bounty missing.
My old rituals are anything but
a holy rite anymore.

I,

Desire to lick one more sweet drop from your lips,
To taste your flavor
one more time,
Feel heaven in my arms
one more time,
Have my soul get the Suns warmth
one more time,

Just for one more time.