You, my love, may never know the measure
Of all you meant and do still in my dreams.
You believe that loving is lost treasure
And nightmares should still haunt in endless screams.
You, love, have forgotten just how endless
Hearts believe in worthy; one soul’s value.
Yes, my love, you think that I am mindless.
How you decipher, then you misconstrue.
All that reigns is loneliness without you,
All that beckoned once, a dim memory.
You think loving dies; is always untrue.
How many lost their hope to fallacy?
Faith, ever justified, in believing.
Come, my love, rejoice in hearts receiving.
I call to you now.
As any bird
Has ever whistled to another,
As whales describe
In surreal sounds
That haunt forever
And teach patience
I call to you now
As a human,
As a woman.
There is no other.
Just as there is no other
I call to all you are,
Have ever been
And wish to be.
As you were created.
As you have become.
In all the ailments
And hurts you know
In all that you think.
There is a oneness
The air we breathe.
The hearts that beat.
Let’s begin there.