creeping closer to wanderlost.
Anger teases, taunts my glory
never breathing word of my story.
To dance with bliss in autumn mist
helpless beneath an hover kiss,
endless evenings pirouette in thought
leaving, leading the heart I've sought.
Proudly into the night I meander, my
lusting heart must have thought I planned her.
Over rock-infested water, I'm sinking deeper,
vastly needing, wanting, asking God if I can
touch her.
I find that God in all his mystery
never has intentions twisting.
Granting all my hunger for beloved,
Yearn for her is finally halted.
Onward through the forest we traveled hand in hand,
until we sank into the sand.