i ride upon the feeling
of being struck in awe
by his truths, appealing
they leave me hungry, wanting more
he herds his words in coy cascade
that touches mind with passion's bliss
waltzing in magnificent parade
touched by beauty's kiss
towards the setting sun i go
enamoured of divinity
dreaming, rocking, to and fro
feeling deep affinity
but perhaps our paths are cleft in twain
for having nonetheless crossed
still the truth of his heart's truest bliss
is on my own embossed