Promise Me (a poem)

In my peaceful solitude when the air that surrounds is calm

and the once raging rivers beyond my garden’s lattice is still

Serene thoughts of You capture the fertile imagination

Beauty is the only concept that is known if not completely understood or appreciated

I behold the splendour that defines Your very existence and I am comforted beyond what can be expressed by mere words

I am defined in the moment, at this place, in this time

and You

Do You spare thoughts of me and how things were?

When all things were new and the power of creation flowed flawlessly from Your presence illuminating all the world around us

Do You think of me fondly though we have long parted and time has obscured all that we have shared?

For me the embers remain flickering ever so softly,  my only tether to that which I cannot return

If authority be Yours, and it pleases the spirit

Promise you’ll find me – in time, in space and let beauty and love of a union that once was be ours again

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi