So I sat down, after a long day, waiting for sleep to come, waiting for the sweet kiss of night’s tender lips, Persephone’s scent, warm and comforting embrace.
On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.
And I heard you from far away, eyes calling out to me, a desperate cry for release, release from the shackles you built for yourself, from the life you foolishly chose.
And you sang “Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you.”
Have you dreamt about us? Have you love me as I loved you all this time?
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
I have been here, always, a lighthouse to guide you in the never-ending darkness you drove into. Would you let go? Would you see me as your saviour?
Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.
For you sang, “Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow.”
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I’m as puzzled as a newborn child.
I’m as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?
In both death and life, I will be here, for you, forever. Hear me sing my song of light and warmth to your body. Let my arms touch your soul, if only for a brief second. Let me hold you just for a brief instant, in the everlasting flow of time.
Hear me sing: “Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you.”
“Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you.”
I am here.