subtle like a breeze,
or breath across my neck.
You hover close by,
perhaps in mind perhaps,
in spirit.I know not this,
only that you are close,
perhaps as close to me
as the fear that you might
flight away at any moment.
It is an angel, a silently spoken word
that cares the power of beauty
laying stunned all those who hear
that which only the soul can phantom.
This word, this song that draws
upon a melody of my heart,
knowing only that i will follow
will sing its chorus
without refrain.
I cannot stop, turn aside my face from
that which my eyes have drawn me.
To the grace, to the stature
that is this sublime image
of love, that holds me.
I must continue head long into the unknown.
Persist through the unyielding night.
Beyond the ever changing sea.
Until all that is left is the knowledge,
to that which has drawn me from
the moment of my existence.
What is this, this vision,
this creature of the heavens,
that stops my fall into this world
of pain and longing that looms
just a harsh word away.
Who is this, this saint,
that has such compassion
as to stop the spin of my mind,
to bring calm to the stirring
of all of these demons.
Why is this, this dream,
swallowing me whole, into desire,
its embrace so familiar,
yet so long absent
as to seem a
stranger.
I know only this,
now I listen,
I wait,
I follow,
I am as
my hope
wish me to be,
accepting...