My Happy Mysterious Lover

My friend
my happy mysterious lover
I held her as she cried
She watched me as I shook my raised fist

We have to find a way to live here
How can we free them
if they abuse us
with their childish self obsessions day after day
we asked?

I live alone
She lives with the holy one
We meet in dreams, whisper secrets
and transcontinental, universal flights

I draw her form
She dances my song
We have been properly introduced
We share the master's food
with the children of ignorance

I love Her purity
She enjoys my true gift of Loving
Our excesses comfort us
and teaching is tolerable again

Love must be lived
for the gift to be given...
for the gift to be enjoyed.

3/14/91