Always There

Immutable as time
was His love.
and yet,
He waited
for her to wake up
and see and accept.

the light
shines all the time
how can it ever be stilled?
the beating of hearts
in twain is never dulled.

The symphony
 of their song
fills the Void .

 Skies
in the morning,
lit
by the colors of
their night's lusts.
 
where
would He go
when
she has given up
the times to Him.
 
Lie waiting,
eyes
open wide.
looking
into the deepest abyss,
flames dancing.
 
Look inward
dear heart,
 and see
each
 is consumed by the images
burnt
 by the incandescence
of every pretty firefly
that
dances and
lives briefly.

Will My love
 be so short?
Look
where you want.
flit
here and there
and everywhere

I am here
when you return...