So I screamed and fell, yet you still felt so very far away.
In oppressive darkness I laid down with my own ending so near.
In the Eye of the Mind before lips ever meet?
Springs, do we flow into one another, fulfilling?
So your Spirit rushes in, and in your love is my only safety.
Ah, shall we laugh and cry like the wind and the rain?
Play like the moonlight across sweet mountain lake?
Never living apart, no more than branch without tree?
Note: First published in June 2015, now republished due to some renewed interest as well as for the enjoyment (and inspiration?) of new reader-followers. Blessings to one and all!