Serendipity

I excavated honest heaven for its lens of stars And found only bright bags of burning air I caressed the rose and got only scars From swift thorns more pointed than my tears And still in the vanity of beauty I looked to find The joy in me forever illusive to my mind Soemething draws me to her again, moonlit silence Throbbing: is she the one, is she the final evidence? Tell me that beauty is still the child of truth And seas are reservoirs of all our blood, sweat and tears Tell me that time is the figment of our youth And she is the one that Raleigh sought in all his misty years The sweeter than El Dorado dream at last The gold of morning founting bright beyond my clasp Until I bid the horizon come to my heart Is she the one from which I shall never part We are poor promise keepers until love make us need More than desire for the moon's sibilant touch Longing to scatters flowers like sand among the weed Is she the one ... fragrance from future's clutch While I in the bins of history had searched in vain And for every dew drop kiss felt the sun's disdain She was before me magnificient like a morning tree Waiting on me, to believe, to kneel in time's sacred vestry Love is amazing like the moon, so long before us, so long After us coming and singing the horizons of our joy And full of pull tides, that cuddles hope so ever strong Love is a church that binds us against sun's decoy Love is the one, the eternal harmony, that made Adam proclaim She bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh the same She is the one eternal church, the hope of blighted days She is the one, the channel, the womb of all my praise.