far away

far away you call to me

what is the restlessness that makes me

freeze

are there still hidden pockets of fear

buried deep in me

and can distance

really block the path of love

between us?

acceptance is taking its time to rise

from the slowly dying embers of this

my soul’s burning funeral pyre

if the truth of love

and its loss

is sometimes that we writhe

in the cold grip of hatred

even as it burns

away all sin

is the fire

both our place of purification

and our renewal?

and when the veils are gone

can we finally open

this

the oh so tightly closed bud

of

selfless love

that wants nothing but to give

and give

and give

out of it centre

of its own

precious fecundity?