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.