The things we burn for

I am holding my breath
because the air I could breathe
is not filled with you
although I want it to.

I stayed awake
and ran through the night
to the end of the world
looking for you.

I am not laughing
but I am embracing
the whole world
for a second.

I am not sad
but I am mourning
the world for it exists
at all.

We feel
what lays beyond
the plain and artless
reasons of our fathers.

That is what we burn for.
That is what they will burn us for.
For lights too bright
and shadows too dark.

„For feeling things beyond my blood and his seed“, my witch agreed. No wine this time. I have introduced her to the joy of a midnight espresso.