The thirst for knowledge,
In its truth,
Does
At no time
Take
Offense.
The thirst for knowledge,
In its truth,
Does
At no time
Take
Offense.
Heartbeats thump
Chest to chest.
An ageless
Melody plays
In veins;
Reverberates within.
Rest here my darling.
All that is will be,
In stillness lie.
No hunger nor thirst exists where souls entwine.
The wanting now slumbering peacefully.
Be.
I step outside this gray spring morning.
How melodious the sound of rain meeting the metal roof;
How delightful to my ears this song of water drops each colliding and melding together,
Flowing to the gutters and spilling onto the soil.
How beautiful the sensation of this dance;
Water kissing my skin.
If I listen close I can hear the earth drinking and absorbing
It all in;
As does my heart and soul,
Quenching this thirst.
I have been the waves that carried you home
When you were lost at sea.
I was the the rain that fell upon your
Weary head
And
Quenched your thirst.
I have been the desert that left you dry and helplessly
Crawling;
The oasis in the sand.
I was the sky that held you up so long ago
And the stars you have wished upon.
But
In this life;
I am the arms that hold you.
Yes,
My heart has always held you.