Beyond Time

And when the moon falls,

As it surely will,

And the star,

That thaws our world to life,

But twinkles in the forever of yesterdays,

That dance behind sleeping eyes,

We will have been here.

Indelibly, our love will have colored,

A gray world greatly fallen,

A thousand lives before the breath of us,

We will have tread this liquid mass of stone,

Through its winters, gales and storms,

And remained through every short-lived epoch,

A steadfast soul of one.

A mythical passion,

Storied, and greater than the echoes,

That remain of lesser loves,

And until then,

Until the trumpets usher in the epic of,

those uncertain eternities,

that live beyond the sky,

Before all men and under God,

I will adore you through this life.

In my tribute to all that stirs,

Beyond us and even heaven,

A prayer in homage to the love,

That has kindly gifted me your devotion,

A holy offering in this wholly tumbled place,

A prayer to profess my reception,

of the compassion bared,

In the freeness of your grace.

And the countless joys with which,

You piously anoint my undeserving heart,

For your girlish way, your submissiveness,

And Strength, so ever quieting, and meek,

An acknowledgement of your charity,

Laying your dreams upon my feet.

To the divine light borne and resting,

Quietly upon your face,

Softly, as not to disquiet,

The gentleness of a dove,

In this, the sole eternity

We shall ever truly know,

I live, and do so, in childlike awe,

Of the fullness of your love.