Dreaming through the glass

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.