you cannot know
the leap of joy
my heart gave,
nor the twang,
at the glimpse
of home distilled
in those few
simple words.
i could cry
from a gladness
empty of envy–
and yet i have
an ache upon me
for things known
only in dreams.
hiraeth


you cannot know
the leap of joy
my heart gave,
nor the twang,
at the glimpse
of home distilled
in those few
simple words.
i could cry
from a gladness
empty of envy–
and yet i have
an ache upon me
for things known
only in dreams.