Safe between the cold clouds and their rain How can I ever want for heat again? This warmth will always be enough for me No longer tepid and lukewarm I'll be. And to hold one breath and another That is yours as our spirit melds together Who would want ever to speak to be heard When all is listening already and always? Yet how can I ever be silent When in you there is all that is yet to be said? Yet when I speak from you I hear another The voice one of a third infinite lover. But not one that would rend us asunder No that's earths unjust storm and thunder It's a soft whisper louder than breath Louder even than that last drawn before death But this soft trill is no harbinger of hate No this quiet voice heralds love's true fate Which is to salve and heal the solitary one And weave together untorn two once alone And much more like the quiet gardener still Plant unkillable seeds, water, wait and till And reap fully a love once merely finitely That embraces all enjoined in an everlasting trinity.