In you there lies a part
Of that first dependence;
Love that found itself
Because it was a part of us
And not related to the actors
Who might have played upon lusts
Indifferent to our needs
And thoughtlessly.
Time is our stage
And we wear all of drama's masks.
Anger, greed, and jealousy,
Passion, hope, and charity;
We know them all.
For you are you
And I am I
And love makes three.
Your hand assures me in the night
Brings me at once, delight, and warmth,
And in the dark it leads me on
Shows me the way through dreams
Where.... it is burning noon upon the desert
And we walk hand in hand
Unafraid... absorbing the heat of our
Passions into our bodies eagerly
Knowing that the shadowy twilight
And the velvet night
Will close around us eventually
And ink out our passions.
They say time is inexorable and
Can defeat the hottest passion
In the end... but while we lay tangled
We shall not ponder
If there will be more for us
When life's shut down and
We are but dust.
Does heaven wait for us?
I do not really care.
With soul bared open
I walk with you and
...it is enough just now.
I do not need some forever
Promise of the skies...
For I find my world lives here
Within your loving eyes.