- Serenity’s Face -
In thy face I canst behold the meaning behind the simple things,
Like the breath of the wind through my hair in the afternoon…
Or the sparkle of starlight, bejeweled beyond scepters of kings!
And thy face smiles upon me, more serene than the shining moon.
What contentment I do find in fireflies, rainbows, and sunsets…
I find too in thee, my love, for thou art the universe to my heart!
How completely I shall love thee, so that there are never regrets,
As I love thee without and within, unto thy soul and every part.
Laughing, sighing, living, breathing, in the moment!
To share that with thee, for our hearts to beat as one…
That to me is bliss, beyond the glorious firmament,
In the name of all we were, are, and shall yet become.
What can we not accomplish, we two together at last!
When I hold thee in my arms, I hold power unending.
For love is power, freed from the bonds of any past…
To heal, to remake, to rebuild, to go about mending!
Dost thou see in me, the magic of the morning and the evening?
Aye, for am I not those beautiful things embodied to thy eyes!
And I am thy serenity, thy imperishable light eternally gleaming.
Even my body does thee ease with my eager lips and thighs…
I am for thee, all of me, and thou art for me alone to call lover.
The night birds and crickets cannot sing as sweetly as my song,
Which is like the waves of the sea, which can the shore cover!
Let me cover thee, lover, for I am ever both tender and strong.
Walking, running, sitting quietly with book in hand!
Learning, yearning, growing and evolving beyond all…
Such serenity can transcend world, nation, or land,
Making us all one, indivisible, unable to fail or to fall.
Knowledge is power, tempered by wisdom perfect!
But love transcends all, shaping desires into reality…
And in thy arms, my love, I feel I am of the very elect.
Thou art all of Paradise I long for, thy fair company!
In my most serene contemplations, and in my dreams of joy…
There is naught to compare to the pure sense of purest elation,
Which thou dost fill me with, with the arts thou dost employ!
It is like a beautiful music sung before an adoring congregation,
Not come to worship but to celebrate and enjoy life’s beauty.
God is in the moment, in every sensation, in every small glory!
And so is Goddess not in thy eyes when thou dost behold me?
I am, for I am thy love, thy light, thy breath, thy fairest serenity.