Her Never-Ending Garden

I journey to a place...I follow a path she left for me
Honey-scented pink rose petals, she dropped them one by one
My steps are warmed by the light of her deepest intentions
Leading me across the vast distance, to her garden
With a soft wind, she beckons me nearer, to meet her there
To this special place where love begins and ends
And begins again


I hasten my steps, and follow her loving request
Like the soft pleasure that followed from each mocha kiss
From cinnamon lips...the color of sun rays on closed eyes
A lucid dream of a deep sunset, when ours first touched
Her lips parted, and she inhaled my troubled spirit
I awoke...and the breath from her exhale...was my new name
I seek to bask in her oasis...where love begins...and ends
And begins again


I hear the sweet symphonic tone of her beckoning, her longing
The ever-rising pitch of her modulation... encouraging my swift arrival
But not too quickly...I match my steps with her rhythm
She moves time itself...to and fro...still and hastened
Counter and clock, I move harmonious with her
My time bends...and eagerly expands, to be one with hers
As she blends it in a mahogany cup of chocolate waterfalls
In a place where love begins, and ends, and begins again


In her bountiful garden, she embraces the whole of me
I hear my own soul calling out...from her voice
In words formless, yet fluently spoken in her garden
I reach deeply, and find my soul interlaced with hers
Interwoven in a tapestry of colors...seen only with closed eyes
And dipped in the sweet nectar that now flows boundless
In her garden, we found forever across the distance
And rest in this place, where love begins and ends
And we begin again