seperate

You know
There are times
I hate to have to be
Seperate
And
Alone
To see these things
To make new patterns
Occur
And
I
Am blessed and lucky
That I have been
With
You

All my life

All my life I have lived it seems
in fear in jealousy and spite
in nameless abject terror
of all the things I cannot ever
do or be or have
it is a pining of my soul
It is not enough

If all the world has turned to dust

If all the world has turned to dust

And shadows

And all life seems black and darkness

is the absence of
Love

-- It is the breathless sound --

When time has turned to stone
Eternity
And serenity colliding and gold

is the color of
Love

-- It is the sound --

In the emptiness, in the quiet room
The heart
Where everything is small and gravity
is the allure of
Love

-- It is --

my lord
these things are not for me
except as dreams and dust
the angles of this sunrise
and the glory of today
are mine, but still to share
my lord