Psalm for Lovers

My thoughts pour and rush like a
churning mountain stream,
The relentless water that rushes over smooth
stones is melted from the glacier peak
of my cold heart,
Your breath is a warm balmy breeze,
My soul shimmers like the quivering
Leaves of an aspen tree,
You wield a power over me I can't
Explain.

I reach toward the heavens, stretching
Like a limber pine.
Where do I want to be?
Soaring through the immortal stars
With you?
Or rooted in the ground, unbothered
and Content like the docile flowers?

You surround me, ensnaring me like
A twisting vine,
Your coils are heavy, laden with fruits,
And smelling of nectar and honey.
Your sweetness never rots, never
Omits the odious smell of wasted summer past.
Is the sap running from my bark
Of pine equally sweet to you?
Are these tears of mine tearing me
From my thoughtless doubts and
Leading me to new ambitions?

But what of the sun?
It sets now, and in a burst of flame,
Lights up the sky with hope.
Yet is it a facade to woo me
Into false slumber?
Is this night to come to be
Long and bitter?
My heart howls at the rising moon, wild
Like a wolf.

With tenderness you hush my fears,
You protect me from myself.
Oh endless night, you send me no more
Chills through my spine.
The heartwood of this pine shatters not,
For I fall, conquered, to the twisting
Vines and the coy beckoning of
The first fall moon.