He calls my name in
the night,
his voice I cannot deny
and his eyes seek my soul
I am bared before him
He is everything
he is the lion
and he is the lamb
he is music and he is silence
Innocent and pure before
his gaze
wild and wanton in his hands
he knows me- the song and the sin
He loves me
He is the blade
he is the rose
He leads me by the
hand
to meadows green
and we dance in the moonlight
to loves melody
He lifts me on his
mighty wings
so that I might fly once again
He shelters me in his soul
so I might find my way
He sings to me of love
and writes to me of passions fire
and I weep with joy
I am his
Poem Copyright © Paula Shepard Dec 2001