The stab of nostalgia like the smell of a distant scent stirring up memory and ache dancing like a wild flame between what is gone and what is yet to be burning down and yet brimming forth What is longing? I long for what I want I long for what I miss haunted by hallowed time hallowed by every want wanting to bend the days bending between the throb Maybe every joy remembered is an invocation of the future blurred outside the boundaries God laughs at time while we weep and wonder but one day we too will laugh seeing all things as they are and having all things that we need needing no more time forever