This Purpose

I have not come here for a smile
for a look that fills me to that brim
of happiness, a breath between
that holds the infinite eternal or
even just
the sanctity the bliss
that is the moment we live in
that moment we have that is
all there is all
there ever will be this
present
moment
of pure being expressed
in the sigh that
escapes from your soft
parted
lips.

for when these things fade, as all things fade in time,
will you be here still?

I have not come to be beautiful
nor to see the beauty that is
you nor to be
lifted
into the soaring sky that knows no reason
no logic no realm in which it does
not exist by
the brush of
your fingers against my cheek or
the caress of
your lips across my
eyelids closed
in rapture.

for when these things fade, as all things fade in time,
when the mist at the end of the world clears,
will you be here still?

I have not come to be opne
to be pulled like
taffy out
of myself exposed
to the skeleton of all
my faults my hopes ambitions my
vanity and my
ego placed before you on
an altar an
unworthy offering but all
I have to give
to see
you
on the other side of
the pyre with your hand
outstretched your arms outstretched
towards me in loving
invitation.

for when these things fade, as all things fade in time,
and all that remains is an echo,
when the mist at the end of the world clears,
will you be here still?

I have not come here to be wanted
to be needed to be
yearned for like no other with
a passion to rival the sun
and the moon their
ceaseless revolutions futile their
pinings and
desires destined to
forever be
ungranted.

for when these things fade, as all things fade in time,
and all that remains is an echo of what once was,
when the mist at the end of the world clears,
will you be here still?

for when these things fade, as all things fade in time,
and all that remains is an echo of what once was--
a shadow where once was substance, a faint prayer
whispered silenced,
I will be here still,
for that is why I have come.