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.