6: 34: A Crusade Of One

Excerpt 34 from Journal 6:  'Becoming My True Love'  
    - From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'  
 
My Love, I hold you in my hand like the dust of millenia...  
How old you are, how eternal, and how new is the wind  
    which lifts and carries you...  
How impermanent you are as temporary as life is..  
The one life, my own, remembers and honors you...  
The honor is all I have left, My Love..  
Your strain and strife was like the wind, full of turbulence  
   and independence...  
How your crusade of one was always a crusade in my heart  
   for my devotion was already won...  
Sit in the spot I have placed for you, my victor...  
The simple dust that is eternal embodies your struggle and  
   becomes your spirit...  
How it grazes and wraps my skin in your storm of veracity...  
How your struggles continue in me...  
They are felt, but like dust, I cannot hold you; you must drift    
   away...  
You are too fluid and you belong to the wind, you are part of  
   it...  
I can only visit you when I want or need to...  
And my crusade continues alone as yours did...  
You are passive, My Love, but your crusade is never  
   forgotten...  
The one that won my heart, my brave one...  
The one can be strong even in adversity...  
I am strong in the adversity of your loss because of this and  
   your torch is mine to carry...  
It lights the way even in darkness...  
I only need you, My Love, to see all that is before me...  
You are that light, that torch, and you give my heart reasons  
   to venture forth in these unknowns...  
The crusade continues even in your absence; the purpose  
   lives on...  
The strength of your spirit is not gone...  
In its lightness it can float freely and go everywhere...  
The dust only needs wind to be so omnipresent...  
And as so, your spirit only needs mine...