Timid & Uncertain
Should I love her?
Surgery was done, and my rib was taken from me.
I’m drowsy and dazed, but Love has awakened me.
Sobered my essence.
My bone was hidden under the sand, and covered with sea.
Earth and its forces pulled her towards me.
Grace 2 see.
Mercy 2 cover.
I’m ready.
Are you?
She comes from me.
But I find purpose in her.
My pearl has cracks.
And in her eyes I’m unfamiliar.
She’s shy.
So I doubt.
Can I love her?
Will she accept my love?
On the horizon of the East I stand.
On the horizon of the West she stands.
We sink in time’s sand.
Static and precarious.
Will she allow my love 2 flow into and upon her like the wind?
I warned her, its insatiable and indomitable.
Before it ends, I’ll teach you how to catch this wind.
“If I do this,” she starts to protest, “my life will be—”
“No,” I interrupt her, “Life will just begin.”
We shall become one,
I’ll be in you and you in me like blood of your kin.
“I am saying a journey is called that, because you cannot know what you will discover on the journey... you never know what you will do with what you find, or what you find will do to you.”
