Just because I’m joined to One above
does this mean I am in want of desire for
Do I not dream the same as you?
A joyful consummation at the end of the day
of rising and falling
rising and falling?
Of breaths and sighs
of whimpers and cries
and half taken breaths whispered in my ear
under the weight of knowing
that which was good before we Fell,
before we fell away from Him-
fell away from one another.
Let me fall back into Him, into you:
fall for you as I rise into Thy love
a picture thereof as my soul is known
and I know this union once more.
So can I want? Can I dream?
Can I read the words of wisdom old
and long for your fingers to drip with myrrh
as I reach into your garden latch
and seek the rose I long to taste?