Awaited Call

Before ever we met much did I perceive for you revealed yourself in thoughts and words. When we karma cosmic met when we were contemplative together. Sometimes then on insightful occasion. In quiet crystalline moments. How could I not receptive see heart attesting, true interior self, for we talked, soft salient hours, passed with decisive conversation. Clouds parted at fleeting moments light illuminating sweet sincere self. Shone through momentarily. Perceptive intuitive conceptualization. Was born. Almost seen glimpsed felt, fleeting idolized soul, words cannot articulate, cross, dimensional vision. Clouds rarely part in cosmic veneration, with revelation, comprehensive mind can envisage. I no longer hear soft sound of breathing nor echo of her voice. I am an empty vessel. It shall take her sweet voice. An eternity to fill to overflowing. Until attainment I hunger for sound of sensual words, sweeter than siren haunting harp, vibrant stirring windblown leaves, or joyous song of sparkling brook. ‘Tis music of celestial choir. I have longed constantly for mute lost voice to call ardent me but you cry to me. Only with sublime silent, emptiness; of heartfelt soul. I can not anymore remember individual notes inscribing voice. For in composed refined presence. I am lost bewitched spellcast bound. I embrace your serene spirit directly; as it draws forth to join within my mind. Copyright © Terence George Craddock