So who has made you? Who has placed your heart within my reach, who has formed the clay that forms the walls that contain you and me?
The silence of this house settles lovingly upon my shoulders and the tension eases.
I touch the wicks of the candles upon the altar of my studies and ponder living forever without regret.
How, my love, have I come to hope for the darkened places where all of my senses but sight may unlock the logic into mystery again?
Strike the match, inhale the scent of fire and live eternally in the moment of incineration.
Become mesmerized by the soft flame imprisoned by its source of power.
Faith defeats fear.
I am falling further away into cold stone towers, mullioned windows and baptized kings.
I read the words by candlelight and think of you writing history. I may never finish what I have begun, but I have begun what we must finish.
Love in the strangest sense. I dream of washing your feet in the warm saltwater that lulls you to sleep.
Centuries away you awaken in the morning with a passion for life beyond the ache of muscle and bone.
Have you ever waited for the inevitable pain of heartache?
Where is the star dust of your worldly existence now that your soul sings before the throne of God?
Light a candle for me and watch the flame flicker and hold upon the impossible tip and dream of the frigid wave upon wave of fresh water.
Passion is certain in any of us, yet it is the open mind that soothes the soul.