Behind the creaking doorway of memory,
We meet, in the instant of understanding.
Beyond the pale dawn of eternity
Wherein is preserved, composed of ancient rhymes,
The language of tears;
By which all can be conquered
With but a single word of it's truth.
Let me take you there now and
As we cross that threshold, look up,
Into these eyes which behold you;
Will revere, respect and protect you.
My hand, as it maps your perfection, numbs
In the expectancy of suspense.
We are one in the stillness -
In the soft whisper of a warm caress
And the freedom of the hour
When night and day kiss.