The Song of Songs

I am burnt, and burning still
Living in the Fire
What did You expect?

Turn your face away
If the sun is too much for you:
Blinded: my eyes are open still.

You've seen me somewhere before:
I am the ghost of whispered possibilities,
I am the voice of wonder still.

Winter is nearly gone!
I am the secret You tried to forget,
I am the lover who left himself still.

For You: this homelessness.
For You: this crash through time.
For You: this longing still.

We loved once, we loved twice.
We knew the night would end,
Still, we knew the ravishing...

Who is this coming from the mountain?
Who is this Flaming Red?
This heart is breaking still.

Shall I remember my words of praise?
Shall I remember my head between your breasts?
Shall I remember how I love You still?

My lover, my bride!
Say I am Your companion still!
I have followed Your scent on the wild wind.

My lover, my bride!
Say I am Your cup and drink!
Still, I have lost hope far too many times.

If I ever see You on the street
I will stand tall and still,
If You notice me again, I will die or not!

Love is the Flame calling us Home.
Love is the Burning that is our Home.
When I am ashes, I will love You still.

-- Robert Daniel Smith

​Let the lean and wounded be revived in this garden. How would the soul feel in the beloved's river? Fish washed free and clean of fear. -- Rumi