Honeyed Reveries

A man of depth,

one of the best kind

there is,

in the presence of faith

I can feel his essence
being  kissed

on the cheek,

then forehead

and an elusive life line

in the palm
of his left hand.

They feel right,
my secret vows
to him,
though

they shall remain
secret and bound
to a timeless ground.
Back to back,
and through dropping eyelids,
the shining tears
won’t deny

the candied words

he steals from my mouth

or those hidden

behind my neck
in late spring.

A bliss of fate,
he will be - one
casting its longed shadow

in the night garden

and over  the sea waves

until my soul
has grown feet

only
to be swept off -

then settle down on a rest day
for the length of a life’s retreat

in a sweet nook,

a heartfelt beat away.