My One Desire

My one desire: to be with you,
To feel your tender hand
Upon my head, your gentle arms
Wrapping the present where I stand

My one desire: be near your heart
And dearest as you are to me,
To all you are and all that I
Have truly been in thee

Be nearest to the heart in me
Between the solstice and the bay,
That curves around the centre
And that shelters me at play

Be the wave that winds me
As I try to take the breath you stole,
And pin my arms upon my sides
As I release and fall

And drop — and peaceful, fall no more
Through sandy caverns, time-spent olds,
I am the timeless falling lyre
The eagle’s wings still holds

And as the drifting wails reach
Your vessel rocking on the wilds,
My music rises and bequests
Itself to keep you as a child

Innocent to worldly claims
Delinquent to its raucous cares,
Untroubled by its lures and
Dis-acknowledging its wares

I keep you as I hope to be:
In freedom from the woe,
Of pleading invitations
To a crude and fateful throne

My one desire: to be with you
And keep you safe from greed,
To nourish, through the crown that opens,
Every depth of need

To win with you the mighty throne
That takes us all the way,
To perfect and immaculate
And everlasting grace

There is no need that is not met
Nor that our love won’t be,
Surrendering so softly
To the part we play in thee

There is no competition
For the love that we have won,
For deep within complexity
Simplicity lives on