Jew #4

When bright stars fade into day And the flowers of May are fruiting trees When rocks into sands decay And rivers make mountains in the seas Love shall be a brighter sun Than all the galaxies galore of gas aglow Than all fair summers than earth can know Its passion shall never done For you are the energy Of its core the bright power of its heart The gold thread of memory The whole that conceptualize its part You are deity and creed The reason that concedes my gift of faith to me My little hold on keys of vast eternity The sweet fulcrum of my need O cast me not like sunspots Away, to die an astral flare apart Or dross of sparkling ingots With heaven banished from my brittle heart You, the sum of my desire The terminus and purpose of my being, I Yield to you my worth in all, my none deny Let me on thy breast retire.