michaelafinch

When love had flown, and forever gone,

A heart void and alone and tears run dry,

there you stood, across a room wide,

all fears faded into the warmth of a smile.

You came to me as of the wind, clear, pure,

all else gave way, parted and made way,

of your presence, I sensed everything, all of it in you,

as of a dream, come from another time.

Of a beauty deep and timeless held,

And your touch to cause deep stirring,

my senses rise in all that wonderment of you,

that this man craves like a parched man to rivers run.

Your beauty shined though to my soul,

your hand, like heaven touched that gave me life,

alight and alive, sweet and soft and sure,

from depths with a love longer than endless time.

You flow to me as a mountain born spring,

fresh from the high timber line run down to,

a meadow flush and soft you come to me as,

a waterfall, full rush, lit bright, your eyes sparkling alight.

Touch me a soft hand upon me one final time,

tear drop fall and nourish me,

in all my slumbered down and beaten days,

only you, through ages loved me so pure, so true.

Your supple soft curves, to touch and a scent of you,

come through and awaken my soul,

you roll back and open to me, a smile of welcome,

repose to my eager touch and kisses soft.

In the final run, smile upon me, your laugh,

your voice ring to me as we lay back and forget,

all else dimmed around and give way to,

a life beyond, into ages yet born, we shall rejoin.