I rise to the sun, singing
The song of her heart
That still holds my hand.
A hand held outside
Of time and space,
In our own world.
A melody born with the stars,
New, but still so familiar.
A promise made to me before
The first blade of grass was given.
Before the moon was in the sky and
The waters separated from the waters.
You were made for me; and I for you.
Yet in this temporal realm,
My hand does not
Yet know you.
It touches the world only to turn its pages;
Patiently, yet desperately trying to flip to the
Chapter where we end up together, happily ever after.
But you know me.
You knew me for before I knew I could Fall.
The Winter cold drew me, like a magnet,
Deeper Into you; thawing my cold
Disposition by the warmth of your laughter.
As Spring, you have arrived, skin warm,
Wanting, open; only for me.
Ready to redeem the tokens of my love,
To collect on the promises I scribed
In letters written by candlelight.
I will come for you
While the Cattleyas
Are in full bloom,
Before the Summer
Heat melds us,
Once two,
Together into one
Pool of wax,
Dripping like honey
From our lips.
You wonder if I know you’re waiting?
I do; I can feel it in the day.
You ask if I can feel your absence?
Yes; I can feel it in the night.
You wonder if my body is
craving something unnamed?
No; this craving has a name.
It is your name, my love.
I need you like the earth needs the rain.
I pray for you.
I pray that God always
Helps me to be all that
I need to be for
My Snow Angel,
My soulmate,
My love, and
My life.
I pray that God keeps you
Safe and sound,
Gives you joy and comfort.
That He helps you to
Reach me; to be close
To me, exactly where
You’re meant to be.
Then when I whisper
With a deep breath,
Where is she?
In the middle of night,
You will turn to me and say
I’m here, my sweet.
I pray that you and I,
In our love and harmony,
Will say together for eternity,
Glory to God for all things.
-R.P.D. Sanders