My heart has become lost in the universal pattern
of longing for fulliment- lost in grief that led to a final
vision of oneness with love.
I stood on the passage of my alloted time frame
yearning to love with the pure love of God, and longing
for oneness in a true and beautiful way of love
and to be alive in the kind of love that illumines the human heart
and makes life a holy mystery.
I yearned for your reawakening to the sacradness of my body
and to know that in sacred knowledge that my love
was a gift.
A most precious and sacred gift that was given at every moment with
all my heart.
And given from the fountain of my life
only to become a distant memory
enclosed in my own soul with colors
and with the stainless white radiance
of a simple dress.
I stand here alone in my own history
betrayed in a thousand ways and freezing in the
winter of love.
Will a common muse betrayed by the poets pen
find the sacred deeps of a bright light
shimmering in death and where love takes on meaning
and shines in spiritual light?
Susan