Path of light

I hear each word she speaks calling my name.

Sometimes I question why, but with her there is no need.

On this path I face in what appears to be alone,

my hands are taken, my heart awaits my return.

No scented lace speaking dreams in this way I make.

Whosoever feels such as this is beyond comprehension.

Trying so hard to just breathe, she lifts my soul,

in all ways tangible we always journey as one.

In my hands I deliver to her my heart so cold.

Does she question me, does she see my heart?

Slicing the veins of painful light forged in my eyes,

loosing the hatred I once noticed in the mirror.

In my sufferings I have come to be made to understand.

A pathway so unclear seen only in the darkest lights.

Such a way writhed in destiny’s need for fate to survive,

hiding not what I was so timid to show before.

She asked me to keep her heart safe as her chest opened for me.

Next to my own I keep all that she means to me closer than life.

On a rainbow of purple passion’s fire burning for my kiss,

in her hands is my home wanting only to keep her close.

There is a look that she shows as sweethearts become.

Baby for love in a storm of desire she calls my name.

I sing to her in how my heart speaks for her to know,

bound in water we come to this path together.

I would sell my soul to burn her pain from her eyes.

There is no amount of suffering too great to feel for her.

When she cries it is seen in my tears letting go,

just to find how much she matters to my life.

What can I do to show how much this absence is breaking me?

Notwithstanding the very image of walking alone to her arms.

I waited for light, it was in her shadows I am free to feel,

I wait for her still under these rainbows of waterfalls and love.