Presence

At sunrise when rosebuds ooze dewdrops through their skin I want you there beside me, so naked and so thin. Enshrouded by the bitter grey, like an autumn leaf in-wait A wasting heart can ponder the end of love and hate. Will you come to me at daybreak, atop the lonely silent hill? Will you wait, and watch my darkness, while all the world stands still? Will you talk to me in riddles, in truth and rhyming verse? Will you wash me clean with silence, then wipe away my curse? Will you let the silence sing to me, just like a soothing breeze? Will you gather me together on a bed of autumn leaves? Will you linger there 'til evening, in the tatters of the day? Like a wild and windblown sailor who somehow lost his way. With your ashes and your sackcloth, your lantern and your cross Will you kneel before my ruins, and dwell amongst my loss? Come evening when roses float petals down to die Will you catch me falling-gently, without ever asking why? And when the night has fallen, and dark gets in my eyes Will all we knew as simple be hidden from the wise? And as we burn and as we bleed, ash-crimson and laid bare, Will we wear our scarlet singlets, and dance without a care? Then as we droop unfolded, oozing truth from flesh and soul, Pray Mystery be our bridegroom, his kiss to make us whole.