The Ache The ache... it not so sore, as it is fervent and fiery. The ache of time weighing against nature's odds, the rosy ache of times that arrest the chambers where love's blood gushes red. The ache of knowing that which stirs a ferocious longing. The emptiness-ache of memories stirred and painted 'cross a violet-streaked sky. That humming ache of a never-lost summer carnival,uncovered in the alley of pebble-marred embraces and popsicle-sweet kisses. Who could deny such an ache? When all it means is that the spirit is still alive. The romantically-aching past, the love life spent. The soft place refurbished next to the heart's garden. The ache in the hands to hold again the winsome days that felt like soul breezes. That's the heart-bound, human ache of love~ to see with eyes brighter than tomorrow, wider than yesterday and softer than today. Ache me like that and I will forever move in comfort...