Footsteps

I fall at your feet down to the land trodden by warriors for the power of your beauty is too intense to contain.

I lower my gaze for the luminosity of your value shines everbright God's gift of sight is compromised and to be rendered incapable of drinking your beauty is a punishment too hefty for my soul.

I falter at your magnificent smile for it shakes the most capable of stars as pulls me into worlds unknown. 

I fall into solace at the sound of your voice as it lifts me into realms untreaded and lays me into a sleep more beautiful than the miracle of creation itself. 

I fall into meditation for the feel of your love for it has indulged me insomniac and my soul is forever enslaved by the call of your name.