He wove golden cords of silk into my hair,
whispering of the beauty he loved,
I held onto each syllable,
savoring them like sweet wine,
as it poured into my parched soul.
My soul awoke in song, and with it
my spirit sang, such sadness of the
impending parting that I cried as he
asked of what brought this torrent forth.
I can only say that my being is trembling and alive,
it is overwhelmed by the joy that gleems
within each golden cord, the way you touch
my hair, and soul, in silence of substance,
and if you should ask me to tell you more,
I could not,
for in this moment my reality has spilled
over my fantasy, but breath pulls it together,
as I wish to be together with you.
