Overfull with the wine of love
You lifted the chalice to my lips
And with eyes exuding faith and trust
You bid me to drink, and be whole in love.
My hands clasping yours
And with eyes half-closed
The liquid poured into my mouth
Down to the last drop
As suddenly a pain and fire
Burst my heart open and surged
In waves of ache and sorrow
Through the fields of my body
Pushing me out, away from you
And far away into foreign lands
Where pain festered within like gray clouds
Whipping me with lightning
But never with rain to sooth
And wash clean my burning wounds.
Beloved, your love-potion was a poison
That seeped down to my sacred roots and ground
Cracking up my soil and merging with the water
At the very source of my beat of heart and life.
I forgot you, I forgot my name,
And thinking myself lost to all love and hope
I wandered aimless budding thorns for flowers
And cursing a lot destined to toil
With neither fruit nor intimate touch.
But the hour came when through my darkest clouds
Your eyes pierced like shafts of light
And, washing upon my face in endless waves,
My heart filled with a thankful song
That clamoured like birds in the tavern of dusk.
Poison was the love I could not bear,
Its pain was the weight I could not lift or stand,
Sorrow was the love I could yet be.
It crushed and killed me
And yet it was I who wanted and welcomed it
Though I did not know it then,
Though I could not fathom the preciousness of your gift
And how blessed I am, Beloved.
Dawn came, and with it
A yellow bird flew to the branch
Where my very first flower bloomed
And poured longing into a song
That flowed through my heart
Like a river of ecstasy and joy.
My tears fell in streams kissing
And washing your hands,
As my every wound now became a smiling mouth
And a garden where flowers bloomed.