Surrender's Call



Windswept images,
kept
so softly,
as if memories of things known.
Lost in the hope
of holding, once
a tender soul,
a breathless caress,
as I dance in the midst.

Such gentle passion,
brushing ever so lightly
over me,
with an enticing hush,
weighed down
by soft spoken supplications.

What ushered such
wordless emotions to wake?
As longing
slips from my eyes.
A wondrous swaying,
and helpless movement
arises within.

The tender beauty
of such a soul
reaches outward,
endlessly.
As mine reaches
from another world
all its own.

Suspended
in flowing motion,
as if whispered in a hushed quiet,
all that was hidden
is foretold.
As two undying spirits unite
in a shivering emotion
all their own.