In the wee hours the rain came.
I stumbled from my humble bed
Into the darkness to be wet
Once Again
And as the liquid fodder taps
My mind gifts, a conscious lapse
In Time
Spun into a quiet place
Enveloped in a loving embrace
O’ God
There I know all is well
Separation is but a silly spell
I’m Here
The laughter is the thread that sews
Conscious deliverance through the prose
Of Life
Wondering if you feel it too…
There is no question that you do
My Love
For now it is alone I dance
Finding blessings in this chance
To Feel
“Who is it?” they ask,
ReplyDeletea man… far away perhaps?”
“Maybe he is very near.”
“Please,” they plead, “you must be clear!”
“Tell us is he dark or is he light…”
“Does he sing into the night?”
“Do you have a picture we can see?”
“Does he stand strong like a tree?”
O K Girls, if you will promise to let me be
I will tell you and you will see.
My Beloved rests undefined
Though once upon me, his light did shine.
Were it in a dream or real?
I know only what I Feel.
Though I am content to carry on alone,
He is destined to pull the sword from stone
Then he will find me and we shall meet.
Taste the fullness of life, the bitter and the sweet.
So.