One day, my dear, we will see each other again
And our eyes will lock again
And we will see each other again
And I wonder if I’ll cry
Or if my eyes will well with uncried tears
If I’ll ask you with words
If I’ll ask with my heart
As I see your soul’s suffering mirroring mine:
“May I cry now?
Have I permission yet?”
I wonder if we’ll cry together,
If we’ll speak no words
If your heart and lonely pain
Will allow you to cross the room
To ignore the world’s wondering
To lose yourself in my embrace.
A gem…
My dear…
Your gem…
Is buried sometimes,
Is revealed sometimes,
Is no less valuable when you find it easily,
Is sometimes more valuable and rare when plucked with no effort
Thor’s hammer held by one with just heart,
Arthur’s sword unsheathed by a just hand,
Makes no less honorable the man who can hold so easily.
That I give myself to you, my dear,
Does neither devalue you, nor me.
One day, you will wake up, my dear.
One day, you will know how much I care.
One day, you will wake from your dreaming alone;
One day, you will find yourself without me.
I wonder:
Will it come as a shock?
Will you gasp and start,
The weight of years gone by hitting you
As that rod jammed into me?
Will you feel the pain as I did,
Will you waver breathlessly just the same,
Knowing suddenly what you did to me, to us,
What time lost in years between?
And when you wake…
Let it be with me.
Let me take your hand and release, rebuild with me…
I will be your mistress
Your wife
Your everything…
My love
My darling
My soul mate
My divine torturer
My sacred lover
My life
My everything.
Oceans of Mine 