To see your Light.
Not simply
against the stars, or
the velveteen darkness
of the night,
but on the foggy days,
when our Sight
is dimmed by rain.
To carry you, not
on my back,
or in my arms, but in
the secret recesses of
my Heart, where there lies
constant fire,
to burn us both, clean.
Not only to my bed,
or inside
my racing mind, my
Emotional Head, but
in my Soul, where
like Links
in a glorious chain
of Events, we click,
made stronger;
Invincible;
joyous;
connected,
as Creation to
Creator,
in this rollicking World.