I Become My Lover

I become my lover
In the mystery of the night,
He sees within my breaking heart
The waking of the light

I rest within my lover’s arms
His clarity I breathe
My misdirection altered
To the path he sees for me

He holds my head upon his breast
Undressing all my plight
Within his sacred purity
I recognise the light

He tears apart my misery
And shows me caverns gold
That sparkle in the luminescent
Beacon that he holds

My lover is the morning
He rids me with the dawn
Of nightmares that had wrapped me
In my terrors old and worn

He wakens me with sunshine
And he blesses all I see
With a misty mountain air
That my heart has longed to breathe

My lover is the poetry
That flows within my soul
That offers me its beauty
And that perpetrates my goal

My lover is the infinite
Impossibility
Of capturing the flow of life
That issues forth from me

My lover is the sanctity
That I can never own
But within which I live
And breathe and walk and love and grow

My lover is the lighthouse
And my mind the rocky shore
Endeavouring to unavail
The purity within my core

My lover is the mountain
And I the traveller be
Who sits a moment at his ridge
And views the shining sea

My lover becomes part of me
As now we cease to be
Anything that separation
Knows, pretends to see

My lover becomes part of me
As now we cease to know
Anything that separation
Seeks or tries to show