I want to be baptized in a sea of joy
lifted through a field of golden grain
when empty, I want to be filled,
when shedding the outward layers of sorrow,
I want a blanket of love to cover me,
and sustain me,
and yes, nourish me!
I want to dine on hopes and dreams
and wishes
and the finest chocolate
and drink from the cup of tenderness,
aged to perfection,
for this is my time,
this is my thirst
and I want to thirst no more!
If I could orchestrate quiet bliss,
from kisses held in those brief moments,
before sunrise, I would dance
to the rhythm of verse,
I would cross-oceans,
tread on bluebells,
emerge from golden solitude,
into a symphony of expression,
unlike the world has ever heard!
To feel loved, and loved again,
or loved for the first time,
and the only time,
and the moment in time,
when all else ceases,
and time dissipates sadness,
that has haunted through my lifetime,
living on candle drops of rain,
that fell upon my heart,
and lay beneath my feet
as pools of want,
and unfulfilling need.
For the poet yearns,
to flame the torch,
and break through the night,
unto daylight,
unto love,
unto longing,
and remembrance,
and passion, where emerald green stones
not only mark my birth,
which came the last day of May,
but bring me into an eternal tranquillity.
a pasture of love and desire,
unlike none I will ever know again,
for it is heaven sent.
And in the company of the moon,
which visits faithfully to remind me
I am welcomed,
from fragranced wind, that only carries
lavender and mint,
but bending shadows that break free,
I know the sweetest love is not tainted
with new words,
but held within the caress of the ones
that centuries have cradled,
and they are,
I love you.
