You do not know this...
But you step through this process with me...
Sometimes forging brick and stones,
Where next I lay, many steps, so many
Along the way.
One day,
My Sweet Harvest,
I will tell you how and why. Remaining in the shadows of mystery
But when I want,
I wear the Mask of Owl.
Blinded though, her eyes can be,
She uses senses for her prowl.
Relying on every six she has,
And the moon's light
Her Sweet Victories.
One day...
I will tell you...
How you and I would grow synonimously
In the shadows
Of a silence and distance grown so loud,
A Black hole would implode between us.
Collapsing me onto you.
Right where
And how
You
Want me to land.
Placed.... where and how you want to.
A true dance of Submission. Hearts and dominions rendering each in the other void
And absent
Yet blown wide open,
And of universal creation-
Stars splattered everywhere a new-
Indeed.
There is a universe born in you,
Yet black and void would it be...
'Til Love.
As God.
Would fill that space.
A generous Implosion.
A cosmic stance. A whole universe mastered and created in not a day,
But in a dance.
I love you.
Dance with me.
We are the mersion made no sense at all in logical mind, a magic born forth proving
Every thing we were ever told not to believe.
"You are not worthy.
I am not deserving. "
We are a forbidden love.
Not by him, the "Devil" that would seek to chain Lover's out of their existence or legacy...
But by the Cosmic Force battling our imprint.
For now, had I been shown...
My God...
Hadn't I been shown...
The rupture in time-space-frequency...
The Healing tincture of such a love on Earth.
Actually not one place in time at all,
But a rippling.
A love like ours Heals timelines.
It does God's work.
And for long enough, hadn't I fancied such daydreams as delusion even...
But it is not afterall,
Is it?
No.... a love like ours endures.
Even no kiss at all...
I see the Divine Feminine Sovereignty
Written in the stars, Mine....
....and Right there you are.
And that's when there comes a time that something's can not be denied.
But often Man will try.
So if you will....
One day perhaps l, my Darling...
I will grace you of the story of our Love...
A Prophecy perhaps ever in the making.
A story gifted me...
By the Silence above.
Loudest of all exploding sonic plumes.
The silence grew so loud
Between me and you.
and I wonder now, perhaps..
If we might just start with one dance.
It will be the last step,
Taken as two.
