My Soul Soars

My Soul Sours

"Tis Love that knocks so softly at my enamored heart.

I cast my glances and You, elusive, disappear behind

a soft hint of perfumed dust.

A trace!  But a trace leaves only longing

in my searching soul and I stretch atop the hill

to touch thy face and beg for your caress.

The spring breeze breathes thy name into my heart.

I cannot but sigh the sigh that defines my Lover's desires

and calls upon my soul to soar upon the secret

thermals of thy love.

Beyond the sunrise and setting. My heart beats

triple time to the music of your sacred dance.

Lost am I in this universal song,

where sun and moon are only servants at this Lover's ball.