The ethereal being
In the ocean of your eyes
Drowns me in the sunshine of love,
Yet it is not the form
That I love,
But the essence.
I reach out to touch you,
But you slip between my fingers
Like a ripple on a pond,
Cascading over me,
Softly, gently –
Whispering through me
Like a cool summer’s breeze.
In the silence of my mind
You shatter the darkness,
Fierce and brilliant
Like sunrise in the desert,
Glowing gold and red
Across a silent indigo night.
I see you as I walk alone
In the blooming of a rose
And in the delicate drop of dew
That lies in rest upon its velvet petals.
I feel you as the sunshine
Pouring down from the heavens,
And I sit with open hands
Beneath the blazing flame –
But the endless rays cannot be contained
By the limits of my form.
In the evening sky,
I watch you as a shooting star,
And passion propels me
Like a river rushing to the sea
To unite with the light of that star,
As it burns its form
To reveal the essence
That I love.
(1994)