Tuesday, 6 January 2015

You, my goddess.


She comes bearing light,  to brighten the rain clouds over my faltering eyes.


Your rain comes with a chalice of honey 
To wake my love-Laden tongue. 
I found it in the cold winter,
Your charm, that brings the rain. 

Your night comes with memories, 
Soul calming memories, 
Of moon dancing with white squirrels. 
I found the night joyful 
On the day that you came 

Bearing the charming smile, 
Filled with golden glow
Like the goddess of the rose sea. 

Day and night,  I see it, 
The hour glass silhouette of you
Wrapping around my zealous soul. 

And all the time, 
I think about the ecstasy 
In your eyes that hold me hostage 
I think 
How do I Let go? 

But,  I think about the rain 
That you bring;
The night
That you make. 
And our dance with the baby squirrels
And all that you are 

And I realize 
That  I have come to the last road, 
The last stream of life's silver water 
And I do not want
To let go. 

I'll give up my crown
I'll leave the court of my father 
I'll stay with you. 

If only you'll let me, 

I'll make the stars and the moon 
Shine in the rain;
I'll make the sun, 
Rise in the east. 

I'll see you smile. 


No comments: