Thou

In the witching hours,
As I lay upon my bed,
You waltz in my head,
Enchantment in the heart,
Amour's ardor is an art,
It's mastery will be ours.

In the waning midnight,
Love's embers quell the dark,
In your world will I embark,
Journey, I know not whence,
Love's nectar, my recompense,
My healing and my delight.

In the pale auroral dawning,
The sun silhouettes a visage,
Unveiling Imago Dei; an image,
Fixing the gaze of a vagabond,
Arise my soul, over and yond,
The heart of your new belonging.

In the warming morning hues,
Emerald shines Sol's early morn,
With a kiss of life, I am reborn.
Breath of life within my lungs,
Words of verse in holy tongues,
Communion with my sacral muse.

I
Love
Thou.

The Holy

In the presence of the Holy,
I can feel my skin contract,
Remembering my every lack,
Shutting out the morning star,
In darkest dark did I mar,
One life lost in melancholy.

 In the presence of the Sacred,
Cowering naked and afraid,
In the coldness of the shade,
Shutting out the healing song,
Hiding from that which I long,
One life in darkness captured.

In the presence of the Dying,
Cold silver burning in my palm,
Cold sinner desperate for a balm,
Lashed, gory, crimsoned bloody,
"Take and eat this bread my body."
One life ends its every striving.

In the presence of the Resurrected,
The Son of man with hair of silver,
His embrace makes of me a believer,
Chains tumble from hands and feet,
Face and knees rise from the peat
One life, once desperate and dejected,

Is loved,
Is lived,
Unto it's Lord.