.
.
.
waiting, for Always
.
.
*
.
as I
listen
to these
DoveTales
moving so soft
and so slow through
the corridors of my heart,
as liquid, and falling from a crack
in the sky not even God could ever mend,
I bow my head before the glory of their perfectly
poised array, like waves, sent forth from the mighty
Sea of Love itself, to herald the coming of a Beauty held
captive inside a most terrible Sadness, one that can only
be pulled free by the very Chains of Awakening, as if my
tears were being measured not only by their number,
but a seemingly desperate need for God to finally
understand just how far a human heart can
be filled with such indescribable
Joy, before it
breaks . . .
.
.
.
