Te'Amo

After all the years of my life She stood still at the foot of the mountain The mountain from the smoke of our dream And saw me coming contented to my knees "Where have you been?" she asked Frantic with the cares I had thrown away Nowhere, I replied, Nowhere that I would have like to have died Love is serious like that The same force that recalls the boomerang Brings you back Poised and curved to be thrown again By the magic of the heart To be swaddled by wind again I mean words that shed our tears Like green leaves of memory From a ragged tree of pain I do not remember ever wanting to die Though death is always so immanent I stayed ahead of it up the mountain Coming down is the tricky part You begin by discarding self As just so much excess of clothes And after all our acquisition to be something You can define me As just God's glory wrapped in dust This is my unique way to talk of love And all the while climbing stairs And parting curtains And climbing stairs and parting curtains To behold the clouds And wonder at dreams own Everest Inside the temple of her breast And then at the steeple's base alone To sit, and review my journey again All up and down the stairs alone And you beside me now, trembling like a stone In a child's hand before the gift