I am moved. in a quiet and in a subtle way
this is a thing that has not happened to me for a time
such a time that it was my impression that the boundless nature of my heart had been caped
and I was able to love one in parts and pieces.
where in years gone by I have loved like nature unhinged
a typhoon, an eruption, a tempest unchecked
this love is new.
I love him like the spreading warmth of a dawning morning;
light so slowly spills across the earth
and the shadows, like my demons, retreat in fear against his golden glow.
he is as breath or water, sweet and clear, essential
- a thing that without I would not be.
I have woken to him and been made aware.
quietly it came to me that he,
a thing of myself yet beyond myself, was before me
and when the veil was pulled from my eyes I saw him in his splendor,
unmarred and radiant before the barbed and poisoned eyes of this world.
yet for all that stood against him he was not diminished.
And I love him.
I love him deeply
in a place so far back that my soul cannot seem to touch it.
I have loved him since the stars were young and carelessly scorched across the blackness of the sky.
