Alone with my passion,
A wave subsides,
Yet cannot disappear.
Building…throbbing…pulsing
It speaks to me,
Calling for you in the silence of this longing.
Dreams invade my conscious control,
Letting go to the purpose of our union.
When doves shall fly to kiss that heaven’s door,
We shall know, and we shall feel
That loving, sweet release,
And we shall know our truth again.
My love, thank you for the moments of our embrace,
When the bells have tolled to lighten up our minds,
Lifting our hearts to such beloved heights,
God touches our souls,
Unites our touch in divine pools well beyond our understanding.
Love, what caress will paint this holy scene?
While I curse the days of apartness,
A pleading to the gods that brings our hands together,
I shall beg and surrender to my wanting,
In passion, and in truth, a bent knee at the place where we have met,
For perhaps there has never been such truth in my before,
And in aloneness I suffer at the hands of my own heart.
Silence, for a moment now.
May I awaken like this is but a dream,
And you are sitting in the space right next to me,
With nothing but love, fear banished to the realm from which it came,
Our castle gates, sealed forever in a kiss,
Take me and do with me as you please.
One more day, than weeks of fighting my despair,
Then some days again, pouring nectar into the Chalice of Love’s Great Hope,
Building up the courage, to fight dismay again,
The pattern renewed in the drink that one day may never need run dry.
Yet who I am to ask for such a thing?
For birds and angels were given wings so they may fly.
Beloved, do not judge a man so lost in love’s confusion,
Do not think him weak as he falls onto his knees,
Begging for one more breath beside you,
Do not judge his tear as he watches you vanish into the heavens,
The clouds can be such evil things,
When they banish you from sight.