A Kiss,Yet to be Given . . . . An Embrace, Yet to be Found

Restless,
My heart roams
In the sanctuary of my soul,
Telling me that beyond my earthly grasp
He waits to embrace me.

He looks for me
Behind both the veil and open door.
In the spring.
In the summer.
Yearning to find my lips
Under the raining canopies of the fall.
And in the winter
He aches to lie with me,
Inhaling . . . exhaling the dream,
A tempest sounding in our souls.
We seek to chase this storm.

I try to draw my passions
Back down to my feet
to bind them with ropes of reason,
To run
And hold my heart in place,
But restless,
My heart speaks of love
That cannot be defined by silhouettes of two,
Only one that knows not where
Each begin,
And has no will to end.
The obsession
of one
whose impression,
Was left
Upon
My
Heart,
And sealed
With the kiss
Of our
Eternity.



jeanne rené 7/04