you have the passion
it shines in your eyes
like traces of a comet
flashing through blue night
like a celestial shower
of liquid desire
that burns my open hands
as i grasp at the fragments
that fall from above
you have the passion
it runs through your fingers
electric and trenchant
into my soul
it awakens me from the sleep
of dull silence
arouses me and
forms words that flow
images that glow
carried from here
to there
to here again
through every sunrise
and sunset
it’s all i know
all i remember
all i hope for
all i can think of
you have the passion
it lingers in the rivers of your beauty
deep and wet
and floods me with warmth
when i am cold
and old
it excites and renews
every empty moment
and fuels the
green force that
engenders creation
building life
from seed to
giant oak
creating empires
from broken shovels
sculpting art
from the fog
of confusion
and if i were to die
in this moment
or the next
i would pass gladly
into dust and air
having known what we share
is where
i ended a life of longing
and found love
