I seek that golden moment --

when the world slows its dizzying spin
around the forgotten sun,
only to begin new revolutions
with me
and you
at the epicenter --

when the chaos and babble
of lives caught in the mire of the mundane,
quiet,
then slowly crescendo
into the songs of the spheres,
echoing the
sweet music of our hearts --

when the dark
no longer hides
the secret nightmares of forgotten children,
lost and alone,
but embraces
our souls, offering surcease
from pain and regret --

when words are mere symbols
of the private language we share,
as your spirit communing
with mine,
moves into me,
and we breathe as one --

when tears are no longer
linked to sadness,
but to the unrestrained joy
of the reunion of kindred souls,
halves of the whole,
merged –

I seek that golden moment of ecstasy --
when love is born.