Before we expire
Before I predict the future
What were you trying to say to me
Through the fire in your eyes
That I am loved?
That I should not be solitary
Confined to a hopeless heart
A chamber of nothing and ashes
Reduced to the end of an empty glass
Or the last ember of a flame
Cancelled by my own nature
Could you pray for me
Could you ask the spirits to
Send someone to love me
For who I am and would it be
More than a fantasy to know
That even in all the good that has been
Anointed in me by the hands of
True love on my head of rectory
That I should know love the way
A flower sees the sun
That I should know no shame
The way a rose opens up to the wind
That I should fall in love with love
The way that nature has no name
Or that creation should bow down
On the sheets of amber grains
And cry tears of rain to the earth
Where from each drop that drips
Will grow the love over rose hips
Whispering again before we expire
You are love
© GÄ
Poétique 