Husband

 
in the darkness I'm kept
a chaste daughter of naught
speaking thoughts into being

my immortal cord, gold, is spun of wisdom
I tether the rope to my feelings
capturing my dreams

envisioning my groom
I bind my hopes with sackcloth and fine silks
may he be my desire

I give my oblations to Adonai
a vow to never cut my hair
lending trust to my word

I spin my dreams into reality
weaving honesty from smoke