What is this? The voice on the breeze
Calling me awake where my soul gently sleeps,
Shining forth with most brilliant light
And my soul awakes, and lays down the fight.
There's no resisting; I have no choice
But to follow my feet to where there's your voice
Calling me, drawing me right to you
You gently take over, invade the room.
Soft I sit on the carpeted floors
And I'm at your feet, behind these closed doors
And you tell me, "Love, it's been awhile.
I've missed you, your touch and your smile."
I close my eyes, sweetly I breathe
For 'tis you who takes over me.
Without looking up, I let you sing
Over me, Lord, and to this I will cling
While my soul drifts away and the stress disappears,
And the hard, outer shell that's taken me years
To build now crumbles, for you're more than I
Can stand. I can't help but lay down my pride.
"Love," you say, "What is tomorrow?
What are burdens? What, too, is sorrow?
None exist, for I am your all.
Take my hand, follow and fall
More in love, as I'm holding to you.
Child, I'm here, and I'll carry you through.
Let me be your light, your rest and your way,
As I pour myself deeply into your day.
I'll romance you, for it is my love
That lasts beyond death and is more than enough.
These scars I wear, like a wedding ring
Are to remind you, over you I sing.
Beloved, please trust that I hold your heart
No other lover is to play a part
In this quiet moment, just you and I.
I'll give you rest; your spirit will fly.
Trust me-- me only-- and don't run away,
To idols who darken with shadow your day.
Don't fear, little lamb, the shepherd is pleased
To give you the kingdom, to give you the keys."
I enter the room and my lover there waits
And his voice draws me here, and whatever it takes
To awaken my soul from where it rests
He does, for my lover knows me the best.
And I know his voice, and he beckons to me,
And here in this room is where I'm meant to be.
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