It happened on a midnight rain, while I was full to the brim with pain, from out the shinning stars above,
With outstretched wings of the finest dove.
I stood a loft of this beautiful being,
Waiting in stunned form for what it would bring.
A voice comprised of a thousand bells
Asked my soul of a tale to tell.
My tears to sing a thousand sorrows
When I had lost all hope in tomorrow.
What more lovely a form could have come,
I felt my heart was cold and done.
No words would ever lift my face,
To the light of such shimmering grace.
Her eyes are made of gold and time,
Her face was warm as it came close to mine,
Her hair was made of autumn leaves
And I can taste the air she breathes.
I stirred within the skin I wore,
I stirred until it broke and tore,
I stirred from out this horrid tomb,
Renewed I am from this cacoon
Renewed because she stood before,
with a spell bound of ancient lore,
A simple man who had long been lost,
Seeking truth at any cost,
Seeking one soul to be complete
With tears as heavy as concrete.
I had only to wait until my death
When I could see the world's bewreth,
Where all of this was clean again,
where she was flesh and I was whole.
When we can walk the long old roads,
hand in hand for the first time
forever to love, to live, aand laugh, my eternity.