Opus No.4

Would that peace and the stars above
be as a covering o'er thy head;
angels singing softly;
God upon His throne.
Many a night and many a day doth pass my way;
yet thou art there, faraway;
and thy heart doth drone
in the murkiness of being alone, alone.
Return, oh my love, thine eyes doth cast
a tapestry of velvet and
of warmth effervescent and
of shining suns of far-off worlds.
Bring forth thy love and stretch forth thy soul.
Bring unto me a glorious
thing in which I may delight.
My one, my only.
N'er wouldst there be darkness
nor a sad spirit
if thou wert always at my side.
Begone, blackened heart of cold base metals.
Shine on, Light Divine;
for thou art mine only
and we are meant for one the other.
A true joy awaits us
in a future that is near
and we shall find ourselves
enveloped within a Love,
a Love so Majestic
and so Empowered
that we will cross universes
in a heart's beat.
And we will know Eternity
and a Peace
without end
nor beginning.
Let me bring thee
into this Forever Love
and know Endless Shalom.