He approaches
Gently lighting his way
With a soft,
Rosy, hue,
So as not to disturb
His sleeping bride.
At his caress
She soflty whispers
His name.
Life
Slowly,
Opens her eyes.
They sparkle lightly
In the warming glow
Of his hand.
Tenderly,
Reaching out
They join
In loves embrace.
He
Warming her soul
Stirring life
Within her breasts.
She
Pulling him forward.
Defining,
Giving purpose
For his existence.
Together Bringing hope, Life and love Once again To seekers such as we.
When My Worlds Collide 