He looked through the crystals
To find me looking away
I did not know he was the love I wanted
I was weeping, inconsolably as my soul was bleeding
There had been too many wounds to repair.
I was dreaming of sitting across the table
With the beloved in the chair in front
With the touch of the fingertips
I was contemplating meeting of the souls
With shivers, tremors, and a pain unknown.
Rapt, and dead, my being was alive
A union, a love, none had ever known
How much love does a soul need?
With how much oneness can the lover
And the beloved become one?
Lost away in the glorious moment
I imagined my beloved would not know
I was deceitful, cunning, faithless
For the blood of my heart dreaded
The moment when the knife would run through.
Severed, bleeding, wounded, desolate
Again in the pit of darkness I felt I would fall
Leaving behind the soul I loved
The only possession that I claimed my own
Would be lost when the other called.
His fingertips moved away, the souls were undone
My life constricted within me, eyes opened to darkness
The chair was empty, the room was crowded
I had forgotten how to wait, how to long for him
But I knew I could, I would love him again.