Mold Me

I have seen you in the eyes of strangers I have heard you in the symphonies of dream time I have wished for you on the dark edge of hope And hoped for you in the moments of still awakening I have mistaken you for others The chattering ego and the carousel of mind thought have Captured my attention but have not fulfilled me I have despaired in believing I had been abandoned Turned my back on things soft Chiseled out identities for myself And tried to carve a niche in this universe without you Still satisfaction eludes me This oak cries out for its’ roots The shell aches for wholeness I sit like cut flowers Essence drifting Time sands shifting All is naught if not for love Bring back the pulse of the fervor The passion that sung like a madman Let me weep in the pain of apartness Then fill me with all the is you Let us eat of my heart in a lovers feast And feed the fires of need Let them warm me until at last they consume And sear away the rust and tarnish On this once faithful soul Whisper in my ear the words of the great nothingness Show me what the stars look like beyond the veil of illusion Purify me back into wonderment Mold me back into myself