It's not that I love you
but have loved cross all of time.
Light embraces darkness,
I am yours and you are mine.
You have freed my soul from death
with God sent words and rhymes.
As for pain and sorrow,
they now bite much less.
I feel, yes, I'm joyous!
And my soul feels far too blessed.
Yet I still harbor darkness,
cradled in my heart.
She's the holy mother and
we'll never be apart.
From her womb
existence
as we know it boldly sprang.
Shining forth from night's sweet shroud,
she birthed the light that sang.
Now my mind is spinning,
whirling cosmic winds,
buffeting against me as
our souls entwine again.
Webs of golden gossamer,
unbreakable strands,
link the seeds of heaven,
in a great celestial band.
