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.
Copyright © Patricia Davis | Year Posted 2014
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