The Beloved Comes
The Beloved comes
When
the night has grown still
And
all other loves have departed.
I
must not search with my eyes
But rather feel with my body,
My
heart the most sensitive
To
the divine caress.
I
wait for a touch so light
It
would go unnoticed,
Yet
placing no barrier
I
feel and absorb it completely
Turning
ever-so-slightly
Into
our union.
We
melt.
One
great Sea of Being.
No
longer separate
I
am one with All.
Afterwards,
I sleep
My
beloved slipping quietly away.
I
awaken to find myself deserted
The
emptiness stark and horrifying
Until
I remember
Night
will come again.
