Hmn...

In all honesty:

The beauty of meeting another
is not so much the new reality,
Nor the clarity of purpose,
though to finally know who
and what you like in another
can be and is devastating each time it happens.

Yet the true and pure essence
of meeting your muse is that right then,
there are no excuses.

Now there is only the soft note
of a love that will neither leave you,
Nor forsake you,
Even when you know,
That to give in to it,
Is to die to all that you've believed about yourself,
And the world around you.

Therefore:

Is it cruel to say,
May your tears flow like the majestic river
That has poured off the mountains
That surround you now,
Pure,Clear,
Swift,
Icy cold,
And very much,
Alive!

Well then,
For right now,
May your tears be
All that you know and love,
Forever.

In the between, may what you share here, radiate into your personal orbits as well!

Night

Last night as I lay in bed,
I could feel your arms around me.

Holding me, comforting me,
loving me.

In my dreams,
I could feel your body,
laying next to mine.

Cradling me,
comforting me,
loving me.

Waking to the morning sun,
I realize it was only a dream,
having your arms
and your body next to mine.

Holding me,
comforting me,
loving me.

I wait for the next time
you enter my dreams.

In anticipation of your arms
wrapped around me,
holding me,
comforting me,
loving me.

For I know someday,
my dreams may become
a reality.