I run in fields,
See the butterflies as painted in a picture,
They call to me,
Then laugh at me,
And push me far away.

I see the sunrise,
The bright star piercing through my soul,
First warming me,
Then burning my tempered, weathered skin,
Where dust is I shall return.

I speak your name,
I hear it echo in the caverns,
An unrequited song to my own ears,
Through snow and muck I run to you,
A tear cleansing my dusty face.

Distant paths have led to here and now,
Suffering, my great sculptor,
Though tired I may be,
I’ve spent forever for this moment,
Enduring just to stand beside you in the unfolding.

I beg life to leave me smiling for once,
Have I not earned this moment in the Sun?
Have I not paid the price to see her bloom?
Surely I have chiseled away the stone
That kept me from my truest self.

Though fog today hides the mountains from my eyes,
I see them clearly in my heart,
I climbed them once just for my own view,
I climbed them again just to reach the top,
Now I climb them just to get to you.

There we dance around the fire,
Kindled by the wisdom of our union,
Unique though we are we are so much the same,
I know you in the caverns of my Being,
I know you in the orange flicker of that flame.

I know myself through years of understanding,
I know love through years of soulful solitude,
I now know something else in the depth of our communion,
In the sweetness of your voice,
In the waves of passion gifted me in your touch.

I know truth.

Truth granted me in your sacred arrival,
Blessed through my own falling and rising,
Rising and falling,
In silence and in the chaos of this mind,
Seen now in the flowering stillness of soulful love.

Though conflicted I may seem to be,
In battles waged between heart and mind,
I know some sweet remembrances in this lifetime,
In those conflicts waged I know this certain difference,
Love now has its due on this battlefield.

So take my hand,
The hand you’ve known for many lifetimes,
The hand that will always support you,
Even though you stand completely on your own,
Oh, love, the marigold blooms on her own even while dancing in the breeze.

Like two pieces of one big puzzle,
Know our union will not need change you,
But will certainly help complete the picture.
Like the wind helps the flower share her fragrance,
And the flower shares moonlight in her glow.

So blessed I am,
To know truth in the way I say your name,
To know truth in the way you whisper mine.
I now sleep, waiting for the new day,
When I run in fields not afraid of butterflies.

~TG