Your softest touch,
the close entwining cradle
of your sleep-entrusted limbs,
wrap around me
in full-tight embrace.
You hold me close
through untold hours together.
Yet I know this time must fade
like mists of morning air,
warmed with day's renascence,
damp to touch.
Soon it's driven off
by sunlight's harshest glare
and never seen again.

Still, in your face I glimpse
such spirit,
that I know some mystery must
bind us both
and keep us safely close
for time and now, and yet another time.
Your breath on me
in aftermath of sleep together
exhales the only rhythmic sound
to break the cathedral quiet
of this place.
I feel as if awaking to some far-off
mountain sunrise
over mythic lands of unicorns and questing knights
I dreamed of as a child.

We embrace in still devotion here,
like holy martyrs' prayers,
to live each sacred moment
on our pilgrim way
as both for one.

So our tiny raft
will bear us forward
on life's rough-surging rapid waters.
Where?
We journey fast through wind-torn
mountain passes,
to the rock-held, highest places,
over darkest seas.
For how long?

I'll never care
as long as we remain
transfixed
in one another's arms like this.
I'd rather give away
the riches of a hundred thousand
passing nations,
than lose the peace I feel each day
with you.