THE YEARNING

I long to speak the language of

The stars to you…

I long to speak the language of the moon…

Of every dusk… every dawn.

I long to speak the language of

The breeze to you.

I long to speak the language of the ocean…

Of every bit and morsel… every foam.

I long to speak the language of

The warmest embrace.

Of lovers kissing in the rain.

Of souls in the meadows…

Of colors,

Laughter

This mirror

Fear

Rage

Betrayal

Abandonment

Remorse

Forgiveness

Desire

Lust

…Fire!

I long to speak the language of

The Dance

to you.

Conquer me slowly.

You have won.

Yet I ask

my dearest…

What language shall we speak

As one?

Nov12 ‘07

07:17AM

Base

YVA