...This Love...

The path is worn, worn from the constant pace set each evening
Traces of alcohol, traces of blood, traces of tears
Letters assembled to form words
Words uttered without knowing their significance
Except the constant drawing of the heart

Love that pulls close and pushes away
Love that brings pain and healing
Love that divides and assembles
Love that gives and takes away

On this path I have experienced this Love
This Love has held me through the nights
This Love has departed in my darkness
I have seen this Love in others eyes
I have heard this Love in others voices
I have felt this Love in others arms

This Love rests in me and I in it
This Love leads me towards deeper Love
This Love brings me to Wisdom
This Love leads me to question
This Love leads me to doubt
This Love leads me to not understand

I bring my eyes to the holes in heaven
I see this Love
Through smoke and forsaken dreams I see
Holes poked in the floor of my home
Holes opened to remind me of where I belong
Holes opened to show me Love

This Love does not complete
Not Yet
This Love fills one space and creates another
This Love creates deeper desire
This Love
This Love
This Love...



... One Day...
I will see this Love
I will sit upon its lap
I will smile at its beauty
I will be complete.
One Day
One Day
One Day with this Love.