Love and Gratitude

Love and Gratitude By Patricia Davis In the chronicles of love, I've felt my deepest distress Truly unwanted feelings of separation brings me despair From the one I love, one day equals a thousand years Yet that still maybe too long. Broken hearted how can this be? When things were going so well. Loves aroma blowing brisk fully in the air, the Hanging Gardens of Samurais, and all its splendors of love could not compare My love, who’s lips were sweeten by summers fruit, from you a single kiss can bring such great delight, why then am I broken hearted to where it keeps me up at night? Praying and fasting, hoping that you’ll hear the cry of my soul, and forgiveness in the air. In a world where mistakes on beauty can cause a woman to scream and yet the biggest mistake I made was saying something I didn't mean. Will the gods, will the goddess, will the Lord aid me in my distress why oh why, am I taunted and torched here? Oh, somewhere I’ll find myself, with you in the coolness of the day. Laying by still waters listening to the melody of your voice Who is this coming up from the wilderness, in chariots of gold gushing forth with the wind of God behind his back? It is my beloved, and in him I take great delight. With skin tanned by the sun and eyes of black opal’s hue, returning for his true love, underneath the apple tree I await you. It is here where you comfort me and aid me in my distress to forever light the candle that stands in front of your picture frame. Take me back to the beginning where love was not just a name Or a song, sung from ancient text. Where the words that penetrate our souls, kept us forever more, send me guide me to loves unconditional adore. Ride me, ride me, gallop me high into the skies where arrows dipped in love, pierce the heart and blind the eyes. Send me; take me to the temples far away, where song and dance and beauty treatments prepared me for this day. In the beginning there was love and it hovered over the waters deep, where fables of love and fairytales come to visit me in my sleep. As I lay here in your garden, I am naked to the world, vulnerable to loves frequencies innocent and still a girl. I long for trees and fragrant plants that remind me of your scent. Imagining and dreaming a life with you content. Earth shaken by distance, division, and unwanted soul cries Love and gratitude Love and gratitude In your temple I offer my life My lamps are trimmed with oil, like a virgin I await my king the songs of a maidens’ sighs, love and gratitude I awaken thee.