The Garden of Desire
Once again she has entered me,
I am embraced,
In loves delight.
She is like subtle smoke,
Incense of Divine king's,
Inspiration's keep..
How she calls to me,
Draws me from my slumber,
Sings me from my sleep.
I enter the walled garden,
She holds the key,
Opening herself to me.
I who have wandered,
Weary from the battle,
Tired of the dreaming.
I who have called you,
Sung to you,
Just to sing myself to sleep.
I who have fallen,
Like dark angels wing,
Deep into the night.
I who have wailed,
And roared,
Unto this bloody fight.
I who have slaughtered,
And been drunk,
From the blood of men.
I who have angered,
All who stood in my way,
To find you once again.
I who have died,
In the arms,
Of sin.
Have now risen,
Been lifted, ascended,
From this shallow mire.
Held, caressed,
In your Divine,
Embrace.
And now made whole,
Returned unto,
This garden of desire.
