The longing is so lonely, powerful

It wakes you up from peaceful sleep in the dead of night

Reminds you of the dying sunset

The deep redness fading to black

Walking up and down the hill to and from the cathedral

To light candles that felt like futile prayers

The longing is bittersweet 

The intersection and collision 

Of memories, hope, and dread

Nightfalls, skyfalls, and waterfalls

They are all present

It is holy 

It is beautiful