Everyday it is certain; the rising of the sun

And the beauty of this life is tangible as this dawn

The willows sway in the wind and the children have fun

But still I long for my One.

I long for the One whose reverberations coincide with my song

For the One who is a part of my heart and in agony apart from my heart

The One who sees me in his sleep and wishes me well and a well so deep

The One to whom my weird musings are the norm and whose music

Breaks the untamed storm that looms above a moment of my distress

The One who can caress like a velvet dew drop sliding ever down the crevices

Of my broken crown and fills it with new glory

And so proclaims that my beauty shall stun with my wonder replenished by my One.  

And the love made between my One and I will in winter wake the blooms and make all lovers swoon

As my One and I, under the moon basking in the silver shadows seeping from the mesmeric planet

Loom a jewel of abundance.

Everyday it is certain; the rising of the sun.

And everyday it is certain I grow closer to finding my One with whom

The loom of love must be spun, tangible as this dawn.