13 June 2012
With forgiveness. I hold my heart low, below sorrow. In the beauty of your presence, I bowed, with anxious adoration.
No soulful regrets linger in memories of being. In the presence of your beauty, with soft intimacy restored, I was humbled.
No flaw unfolds of truth untold. With sweet grace, in your comforting breast, I rest.
With intent internal gaze, in the beauty of your presence. I sleep, and dream of another day.
Aching • Opuss № I