the sweetest gift

Lovers are by night and day,
they travel in silken weaves,
teardrops when they cannot stay,
dreams of future meetings on sandy beaches
and not once do they doubt their loving
as there is no thought of this,
yeah, they are lost in the kiss ...

... to kiss the beloved with the same kiss
the beloved kisses me,
to be the beloved as one inside,
this then is a Love in which to abide...

by these tears,
all recycled and come of the Universe and Sun,
flowed and overflowed back to thee
as cleansing the fears after all these years,
and yesterdays gone to tomorrows sweeter song,
and tears now are joy and overflowed in Love ...

yet by doubt we are undone,
that you differ from me,
though in the Heart we are as one,
which cannot take advantage of me ...

... the mystery of longing in the night
where swathed in monotonal light
we as if swoon
to that mystical orb of Moon ...

... it shows in your eyes how bright shines your flame,
and by this gift inspired, gives the light again and again…

the sweetest gift,
to give and give
and by that Love,
give again when old and gray,
that it is the Love that remains today...

Sometimes the Goddess comes
when my Heart is afire
and gently touches her lips upon my own,
a longing sigh escapes as she departs in mystery,
she cannot stay, but with my heart has flown ...