you enter me as softly blowing wind
reaching outer edges of my soul
and within my stream, you wash your feet
loves sacred ritual and offering

water and air, cleanse the space
upon the green field where we lay
its here within eternity’s soft embrace
the passion of our union grows

a fire that cannot be contained
within our hearts intensely glows
until the flames reach heaven’s gate
conflagration of divine control

then like a breeze, you float away
as raindrops from my eyelids fall
mountain and stream will wait again
for your soft touch to come and call