Thursday, June 18, 2015
Your Lover--poem by Dorothy
Your Lover
I am your lover,
your counsel, your joy.
When I come to you,
all externals fall away
till nothing is left,
but the sweet essence,
the seed of life at the center.
One day you will walk out
into a garden.
All the flowers will bear
your name.
Which has, in some unfathomable alchemy,
become my own.
For now we are one,
one fused being,
one truth.
You are my Beloved,
as I am yours,
always,
night and day.
How can you separate
the petals from the rose?
Dorothy Walters
June 18, 2015
