Take me on that tempest?s night,
when flowers fold beneath torrents,
to the secret place where you hide,
unfilled lonely spaces in your heart.
And softly I will come near,
gently touch you, enclose you,
melt into you like rays from a fire
on a sharp winter night.
Then you will find me deep within,
a tempered white river carrying dreams.
Love?s unrepressed residual
removed from silence, from Time.
Then you will know what I am,
always. I am your lived days,
your precious laughter and tears,
and their net worth- their everything.
I have come into the placid pool
reflecting your grace, a gentle smile.
Epiphanies, like stars in your eyes,
chart the blessed course of my life.