Love: a world outside of space an time.
Yet in flesh I stubbornly invoke it,
to take a form in the here and now.
As I could not believe in a distant God,
I can not believe that she can not hear.
May the goddess of all, purge this heart
of all, that is not worthy of Pure love.
I compose my songs like cupids arrows
tips refined in fire of earthy crucible,
sing them far into a midnight silence,
then listen for some responding voice,
a distant echo, a mirror of my own.
Then go I, to my bed and dream.
Yes, even in my sleeping thought,
within that darkened realm I call,
to that one star, that iridescent ray
of love's sweet streaming light
amidst the infinitude of barren night.
She I await, my souls luminosity,
to be reveled in the morrow
by my hearts true quickening.