*TUESDAY*
Routine reclaims her demanding rights over me;
Stuck in her muddy ruts, I struggle to escape
Yearning all day long for the enchanted landscape
Where our bond, mi alma gemela, came to be.
To the deepest corner of my soul I repaired,
A secret inner sanctum holding my fondest
Mementos of us; I reread them in earnest
Poring over every word, every thought you shared
With me. Closing my eyes, I can feel your presence,
Warm and familiar, embracing me tenderly;
A ghostly afterimage, a sweet melody
Of love breaking through the encompassing silence.
Routine reclaims her demanding rights over me;
Stuck in her muddy ruts, I struggle to escape
Yearning all day long for the enchanted landscape
Where our bond, mi alma gemela, came to be.
To the deepest corner of my soul I repaired,
A secret inner sanctum holding my fondest
Mementos of us; I reread them in earnest
Poring over every word, every thought you shared
With me. Closing my eyes, I can feel your presence,
Warm and familiar, embracing me tenderly;
A ghostly afterimage, a sweet melody
Of love breaking through the encompassing silence.
"Let my worship be within the heart that rejoiceth, for behold: all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals."
- The Goddess -
- The Goddess -