0809/11/20

Do you know,
that you’re the only one who knows the secret path?

Do you know,
that you’re the only one who knows the secret spell?

How did you find the way,
Through the forbidding forest?

How did you find the way,
Through the sharp mountain range?

How did you find the way,
Through the dark abyss?

How did you?

Find the hidden realm.
Found the last refuge.
Found the sacred hearth.

And then leave?

How do you hear,
the words I never say?

How do you feel,
the kisses I cannot give?

How do you understand,
the foreign language I cannot speak?

It cannot be,
How can it be?

It’s just the whisper of the leaves,
It’s just the sigh of the night owl,
It’s just the last song of the robin.

Only a hymn to hope.
Only the prayer of a dreamer.
Only the tendrils of a story.

And yet.

It courses through my veins like a jolt.
It burns through my recitation.
It crumbles my strongest resolve.

Dear Creator,
The First,
The Last…

Did you allow me this tender bliss?

Or am I straying

into the well.
Into the dam
Into the ditch.

Tell me,
tell me.

Is this the man You created for me.
Am I the woman You created for him.

Is it this the relief
Is this the refuge
Is this the respite

You have planned for us?

Or is it just,

a last dance
a last test

before I’m, Yours.