Sit with me, just a little while, Know my soul, feel my heart beat loudly, See the mountains silhouetted against the nighttime sky, Hear the waters lovingly caress the evening shores. On bended knee I've come before you, Not weakened, but having risen strongly to the occasion, Feel my eyes peer into your soul, And know my love is everlasting. Touch my face, and feel my lips touch your hand, Bend down to kiss me, let me breathe you in, A forgotten past sinks slowly to the bottom, Love's promise creates waves on her silky surface. Let me take a drink, I have been thirsty for so long, Take me to where I can have my fill, And show me beauty I have never seen before. I've lived in cold, barren places, Known despair few have ever seen, Looked at life through jaded windows, Felt the sting as that glass shattered right before my eyes. Alas, my blinded eyes now see, The twisted scars healed, turned to gold, A wounded heart now beats an ever more, That brought me here... ...to the edge of a lake Whispering softly to my love, Never leaving her again, as if I've left her in the first place, We could never part for long. In the gaze of a first-quarter moon, We share, eternity, Grasping not at the straws of the mind, But in the substance of what we've purified. We've sealed the moment with a kiss, We rise, embrace in what was always our forever, Knowing nothing but this truth, Possessed in nothing but ownership of ourselves. We stand together, still yet moving all the same, Our hands full, our truth mingling with the tantalizing scent, Of the Us we've come to know, Destined to realize our intentions. We know but one answer to our question, We've sought but one soul, to answer for our soulful memories, And there we stand, marveling, At the paths that brought us here... ...to the edge of a lake, To the shores of our remembering, Never to leave this place again, Forever changed in the shadow of our Moon. We walk away, hand in hand, Knowing we can never really leave, For this promise made cannot be broken, This oath sworn was never ours to make. Destiny is a drum with its own rhythm, No time, no space, no reality or illusion, It makes promises we cannot help but keep, Makes us walk to destinations we often fail to see. There we meet, at the edge of a lake, Realizing the purpose of our journey, Feeling strong in love renewed within our hearts, Knowing power of love realized within our souls. To the edge of the lake we go, To sit, in our spot long since determined, To love in the way we cannot help but be, We are, one, finally. ~RDA~