My Soul's Aboriginal

There are times I can think only of you Satisfied fully Entering that place All leading to you The area of my mind Wishing no outside of border Within the curvature of your Flowing, pure line Over your natural texture That scent indigenous of you My Soul’s Aboriginal It is here on tranquil plane Back in the garden Of Journey’s Beginning Before the fall and erosion Wanting only You To breathe with me once more The dear essence Touch and travel together A perfect surface of my being Awaken that kernel of Light in me And to hold Dear lord I beg For just one moment Myself a full risen sun Before a new night And the dawn Of yet Another Unknowing