When I think of you
a bird alights in my chest,
his wings extending
wider than the sky.
A moment and then
his mighty wings flap
turning my ribs into dust
and annihilating my heart.
His mighty wings flap
and what remains of me
is a burning magnificence
in the censer of your love.
Valley of longing –
Flute and poetry weeping
For a touch from your lips.
A man in love sang out to his Beloved, the Sun:
light of my eyes,
breath of my breath,
beat of my heart,
everywhere I look I see you
a stream bursting into colour,
in everything I touch I feel you
a breath exhaled into my soul
enlivening the beats
of a heart that broke out
from the cage of ribs –
You, life within my life
from the inside bursting,
like a spring You bloom
from all the hidden pores,
You, a voice calling from behind
every small cleft and large horizon
to spread my wings and fly,
after You, forever bound
by a hidden string entwining
our hearts to the beat of One,
after You, two birds, wing to wing,
fading behind the clouds
to enter the garden of their love.
Rooted in Love 