Evensong

He hands me curious, small, transparent glints
which tip-toe carefully up and down my spine.
Movements within me, saying.
"Come to me, come, come."

His signals send little messengers of lust,
who bring me all this euphoric happiness.
Movements within me, saying:
"Come to me, come, come."

I say his name in my sleep,
and wake from it full of wonder.
Comforted by his breathing, his hand by my nose.
Then I return to my dreams,
and crawl straight into my greatest fears,
-a duel against my ego, my need to be strong:

I will not run anymore!
I think I've finally found
what I've been longing for,
-I'll stay here
for ever more

These feelings stir up my selfishness and so
I realize that his presense makes me whole!
Movements within me, saying:
"Come to me, come, come."

Far away, he's as close as one can be,
in all I say, all I do,
he follows me through it,
within me, saying:
"Come to me, come, come."

I wonder, what is to come?
Will I maintain this safety?
Afraid that my dumb confusions will scare him away
But when I, awake by his side,
sense it again so clearly,
-All I am sighs with pleasure:
"This is ment to be."

I will not run anymore!
I think I've finally found
what I've been longing for,
-I'll stay here
forever more

Stay for ever more.
Rest here in my hand.
Stay for ever more.
I will understand.
Stay for ever more.
Come now! Come to me!
Stay forever more.
This is ment to be .