Beneath the azure sky, I yearn for a divine wine of love

Beneath the azure sky, I yearn for a divine wine of love, To taste it and ascend, intoxicated by the infinity of moments too brief, A sweet-bitter inebriation, spinning through veins like a thread of pure water, And to feel the vibration of life, in every fragment, ceaselessly. I wish to burn with longing for her, a slow burn, this love – a malady, Without cure, without solace, to be in my blood, in my breath, in days and nights, Even if moments twist in rebellion, the desire to love would strengthen, And I would construct an eternal brilliance, on the most hidden pedestal of my soul. From thousands of shards of emotions, from seconds, minutes, and hours, I will make her whole, Her face the fine line that bonds each sentiment in my internal mosaic, Without her, the universe is void to me, an empty space, the antechamber of stillness, You are the divine litany, holier than any altar, on which I heal my bended knees. Standing on the edge of time, in summer rains, bare-shouldered, face to face with darkness, Lightning dances in my eyes, heralding the difficulties hiding within the chaste longing, My love becomes a glittering burden, heavy, yet so desired, Not for the fiercest storm, nor sweetest caress, would I exchange it. You, the most precious sculpture in my heart of clay, Are light in every verse I have spoken or will speak, A living memory, an echo of eternity, engraved in the stones of my life, Your face is the song that accompanies me, the silence that speaks to me most truthfully. Does love reprimand me as a reproach, For losing myself in this desert called existence? You are the essence of each place, an unspoiled corner of paradise by despair, What I long to know and desire, the promised land of the soul that hopes.