Deep inside a wooded grove
Besides old buildings
Of tumbling down stones
You met me
As we stood
Surrounded by the fog and mist
All I could think of
Was how I longed
To be kissed
Surrendering my body
To the sweet caress of your finger tips
And of the sweet poetry
Our souls would make of this
There amongst the graves
Strewn with leaves
You gently placed your hand
Upon my sleeve
While staring deep into my eyes
As the ocean of my soul
Swelled within my chest
I drank in the wonder
Of you
Gentle rain
Then began to fall
So we ran laughing
To shelter in a nearby church
Where you cursed the ways of men
Who trap the souls of innocents
Confusing them with lies
And all the while
All I could countenance
Was how deeply I was blessed
To witness both
Your passionate fury
And aching tenderness
Emerging From The Dark Night 