Silent touch that sparks my ardor,
Softly now whisper the thoughts of your dreams.
Listen to the rhythm of my paramour,
Feel all that awakens within for you.
From deepest night your presence arrives,
As golden lances of dawns first touch.
To those farthest reaches of my being,
Light and harmony to dispell the dread.
Here – in this moment of now,
Beneath all that is yet to be known,
Your eyes of gentlest blue,
A dream of summer in human hues.
In these moments ever passing,
On wings of restless searching dreams,
Ever the beacon for all that is fleeting,
I stand to feel the presence of your passing.
Over mountains of fire,
Across the rivers ethereal,
Weary and strained I stand,
Here – to surrender my soul.