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.