Making Love to Your Soul

The Wind speaks,

It brings me wisdom,

I feel you on the fringes

Awaiting my prayer,

I am here

Barely, but my two feet

Are planted on the ground,

Just as you wished for me

Life is so strange;

Weary and full,

Lonely, whole, and frustrated,

Devastated and joyful,

Without you,

Within you,

You are off to sleep

I pray your dreams are

Sound and pure.

I sing you sonnets

In the evening air, and

I still feel your love.

Your soul is close, and

It mingles with mine

Our words and thoughts

Are in sync.

We see and say and feel

At the same moment,

Even though you are now

Beyond the veil…

We are immeasurably linked

Thank you,

Thank you for forgiving me

Thank you for loving me

Thank you for making love

To me, in the night

In the day, and

In the present moment