Oh, this is the depths of desire!
How wild winds do blow
within the halls of this longing.
Lingering aches
clutching at far off stretches of my truth.
Built over lifetimes,
tasted this day:
I see you, raging humanity.
How hungry you’ve been
for my soul,
my flesh,
my fire.
It is the softest kiss
lingering within a dream.
A wish of the soul to be held.
Arms that lay bare.
Eyes on a wall.
It is quiet, it is searching
all around
for you,
my love,
for you.
And what if the day of you
arrives in my arms?
Will my soul shout
yes
I know it is you!
like it sweetly shouted
once before?
Will it be love, my love?
Will it be you?
This bliss springs from gratefulness.
The sweet garden of memories
we planted within
my heart.
There is a softness between us.
I gaze, but I do not see you first.
I feel you, first.
I know you,
first,
down to the bones that hold you.
I would ask for a kiss,
but I see it there
waiting
in your eyes.
Those eyes.
Bring me those eyes, one more time,
forever.
Bring me my medicine,
oh, sweet love!
What cruel, dark night
is this that finds me?
‘You must not fuss,’
said the boy to the bear.
‘This pot may no longer overflow with honey.
But look.
At the pot.
At its rainbow shine,
at its faded inscription.
This pot has been cherished.
And because it has been cherished
it shines,
and it fades
all at the same time.
Who cares if the taste
of its beautiful
is over.
A memory of life,
enough to feed the two of us,
still lives in your hands.
Let us sit
and eat it together.’
This wind
is the beautiful melody
of every precious moment
we played,
together.
Sweet wind.
Sing me again.
Darling heart,
sing sweetly
with dreams of the tomorrow sun.
Hold me in my broken longing.
Balance my soul with a million stars
plucked
from the eternal night of love.
And let him come,
dear and darling heart.
Steady and sure,
let him find us when he has
drifted into the honey
of his own sweet soul.
For what is yet to exist
has already been written.
Let it be, darling heart.
Let it be love.
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