He always was everything
And yet, is Nothing.
You would be nothing
And yet, are Everything.
And in my loving both of you,
Love all that Is.
Is it blasphemy to think such words?
Are they not True – as True as any ever were,
Ever thought,
Ever felt,
Ever conceived?
Your humility and his
Would bind you both
While I, in gall and innocence,
Take flight on Daedalus’ wings,
My beauty protected by the gods,
My sweetness keeping my humble heart
And prideful mind
To love,
To still love;
And, when wax wings melt
With certain heat of that great orb,
I fall,
Yet, tempting Helios’ gaze,
Am saved
To tour the world in golden chariot,
To speak of truths that he and I do see,
To, jealously resigned and happy still,
Have him return me safely back to thee,
And he.
What know you, both, of such adventures?
And, should I tell, would you believe them true
Or mere fancy of a mindful girl
With too much fancy in her mind,
Mirth within her heart,
And honey on her tongue?
I dream,
And in this dream of Life, know little that is true
‘Til Truth be spoke into my heart, and my heart hears,
And am forever bound to it
As I am bound, forever,
To him
And you.
Oceans of Mine 