Dream-Touch

One.
If ever I come searching for you...
know me for a wanderer;
if I call to you in unknown dread...
understand me as a creature of night.

Be well, my love...
when someday I am no more.

Two.
I see you so clearly in dreams—it strikes me as terribly strange—that I can almost touch you. Yet if I were to vanish, you would never find me, perhaps would never even try.

Three.
Devotion must be offered only to what is highest.

The greatest of humankind...
standing at the threshold of worship,
when the accomplishment of purpose
threatens to take on the form of conflict—
let the wounds of your heart be given
only to my supreme self.

Four.
My heart sits heavy today. I could never have imagined pushing you so far away—from the burning touch of my sorrow. Burning myself upon that fire, I gave everything I possessed into your keeping—and still you chose a cold bed? I could not be your companion, and made no true attempt.

Five.
If it should ever come to pass—that not knowing the words of my feeling, you grow restless—then understand: you do not love merely the words I have written, but rather me—a truth you do not know.

And I? Each day I express you behind the veil of my feeling, with reverent heart, in the frenzy of creation itself; because I love you with terrible intensity.