To be Published in Poetry in Emotion

Be it that I have a thousand and one lives,
each shall be spent in the pursuit
of you, my daring to dream, my darling of constructive humanity
.
I've walked a thousand and one miles in simple shoes,
and the clay feet of times travail
now dare to tread where angels scorn and fear
.
This life may be spent on a sojourn soul,
bygone when lost upon desire's precipices
and made perpetually less whole
with every moment, each experience
which distances my immortal spirit
from the exquisite nobility of your condition in purity
.
I may be unworthy this go around
to savor your cleverness and cloy,
but it cannot be said for each incarnation
Beloved, hope springs eternal
of the infinite possibility inherent in our existential cycle
I'll find you again in the next world
rest assured