Come here
and let me love you
as you loved me
when we first began.

Come let
my dark, moss green
soul's edge
fall gently 'pon
the sea-wind of your
wild heart.

Come,
and I would die
to gaze upon
the dark and deep
within you now.

Come,
a mote of time
upon your lips is
'ternal bliss,
and yet,
each mote apart, an age.

A kiss,
your hand,
your eyes,
your voice,
your heart.

Come, dear love of mine,
and I will love you
as I always have.