With a sigh of bliss,
beyond comprehension,
you move into an
ethereal dimension.
Living on the sails
of a wayward wind,
wishing for moments
away from the sins.
The storms fury abated
only by the hand
of deliverance
taking a deliberate stand.
Come give me peace
and a sanctified reason
for taking the plunge
into an unknown region.
Forever longing
and yet keeping at bay
your touch that leaves
nothing to say.
The moon calls the tide
to rise and fall
as the night bird sings
for you his call.
The night birds call
is our song of bliss
as we linger on
with that unending kiss.
The rolling tides
slowly sweeping us away
into the shallow depths
of our fears astray.
Losing our reason
living within the now
reaching for rapture
that we never allow.