6: 26:  Inspired By You

Excerpt 26 from Journal 6, ' Becoming My True Love '
   - From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'

True Love rises and wells up within me as a spire
   to pierce my heart; it is no longer a man...
Its tip is molten red and tapered and its base is blue...
It is merely an object...
The blue base sits at my gut like a wide ocean that is
   vast and impermeable...
And the red tip singes my smoking heart as it impales it
   beyond repair or recognition; this is how it died...
When I breathe, each breath is its own heart attack and
   I become a human anchor to knowing...
The anchor is never freed for it has sunken in place...
The knowing is the anchor which retains it...
My Love, you died to become me, to be my anchor
   even as my heart is heavy, so are you...
In this I can rise above in weightlessness for I know you
   will drag me back to home base...
Your soft voice is within me and whispers all things my heart
   wants to hear...
You are the breath I am sustained by and inspired by even as
   my heart is singed in consummation of it...
I let you consume me...
The wide ocean fears not the burning or smoking, it will prevail...
The ocean is in my eyes and somewhere there, indescribably,
   so are you, My Love...