Freed In Your Embrace

You are the voice,

That calls sweetly out,

To my soul at rise of day,

And dark of night,

Silently, as if faint clouds colliding,

Forever embracing,

Becoming one.

You are the melody,

Of two hearts yearning,

Between beats that break,

Like waves upon,

Begging shores of wanting,

As whispers teasing ears,

That yearn for assuring sounds.

In my thirst for you,

I find my calling,

Collapsing beneath,

The falling waters of your touch,

To quench a craving,

That can be sated,

By nothing less,

Than rapture to your breast.

I find myself a willing captive,

Willingly torn away,

From a terribly familiar home,

To find amorous seclusion,

In the bosom of your soul

It is you who wields the might,

To lead me lovingly to my best,

And in your musing, I find myself,

And the treasures of my quest,

As one by one you remove them,

Once binding chains of doubt,

Subjecting me to tenderness,

That I can no longer live without.

How you warmly undress me,

To the nakedness of my core,

To soothe and restore me,

With pureness, heaven sent,

Crumbling walls,

Lifetimes raised,

To free me toward my best.

Yours is the way of angels,

The ethereal method meant,

From before whence time began,

To conjure increase,

From my being,

In ways countless,

As grains of sand.

To my benefit, you were created,

To my liberation, you were born,

In my pursuit of you,

Lives my deference,

About my soul,

This song, most due.