Sacred Contracts IX: 'Wild is the Wind'

"Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you:
Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires."                  
                             
'Wild is the Wind';
how meticulous he sculpts                  
with his own hands
water into delicate flakes.                    
How carefully he directs
the accumulation of her downfall
to a slow and steady waltz.                  
How innocently she floats
as a leaf from a tree      
under his breath
and mastery of lead, singing:                  
"Love me, love me, love me,
say you do."                  
But his love is like the wind,
'Wild is the Wind';                   
knowing that to wake Love
too soon would nullify
their Sacred Reunion.  
                        
  Somewhere over the budgeted frost             
  Spring sharpens its manicured nails;                 
  somewhere within her icicled dome            
  a Lover hears distant mandolins.                      
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