5: 73: Transient At Last

Excerpt 73 from Journal 5:  'Reaching My True Love'
 -From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'

As sand into the wind I let you go...
The form you never held becomes it...
It blows through me and around me...
My heart loses its form and dissolves...
It beats from outside me and not within...
I am transient at last...
My hands lose their grip on everything...
My head releases the thoughts it once held...
In all your aliveness you cease to live...
And in this release so do I as well....
I become forged in this transformation...
I consist of a molten energy which flows....
It is fluid and never stays the same...
Where you were becomes where you are...
And you are nowhere and everywhere....
You are the wind and the salt air...
My Love, you cease to be defined or named...
You become transient as so do I...
In the deep chasm where you lie somewhere...
Waiting for my rescue...
I let you burn up with desire...
As the sand on the wind desires form...
So are you relinquished to destiny...
I write your destiny with intention....
Because I created you into being...
My transience forgets your own needs...
It forgets my own longings and desires...
At last it no longer needs these things...
From you I will be freed...