dear love,

it is only with this feeling, that i have come to embrace,
our existence, that no longer is "ours,"
but a part of the infinite universe.
as we disentangle our faith,
release the body from it's embrace,
will you feel my form float into ether?
I will vanish to your senses,
but to earth, I am still here.
It is in our death,
that our bodies will merge into being,
shatter all light, and create possibilities,
of Divine Union into existence.
Dear Love,
I have welcomed you here,
now moments have bestowed upon us,
only memories,
gardens,
a yearning for dreams.
Must we always part so illusive to the eye?
I cannot grip my hands enough
to engage memory.
It is here and now,
that I sit with the sorrow
deeply lit above the rib cage.
I ask of my becoming,
why dost the journey tread with pain?
The journey, the voice says,
in search of love is,
like the journey in search of God.