Feelings

sometimes they arise from ash
igniting with the wind
they burn,

sometimes they fall from the sky
most certainly divine
they soothe

But
today they come from within,
projected from the past
they stir

This thing with a pulling force,
pulling at the worlds string
it sinks

Today drowning in the past
because that smile has hold
of life.

And approach is ever craved.
deep yearning from within
it grows.

How to approach yesterday
while insuring today
it's asked

An impossibility
Just never crave the past,
it's done.