by Janice Scott-Reeder
The rhythm of the lyre,
the wailing of the flute calls me,
For you are the lord of my passions' dance.
Darkly in black you steal to my bed,
burning bright in endless nights,
until passion and pain do us exhaust;
Only to arise renewed in the sun's early light.
Come to me my love and dance,
the dance of love and reason,
as only we have power to do.
Mind and body so well blended,
secrets all completely revealed.
We are one and two,
all powerful and gentle breezes,
we walk through each other's soul,
and become the dark river surging,
of each other's passion burning.
I have you and you have me,
For we are locked in blood and reason,
erupting in crimson molten rock.
We endure as stone when cool.
Destined to become one in flesh and soul,
only to burn as one with fire and ice,
the black obsidian universal mind,
reflecting and absorbing our brillance,
in the pale, pale moonlight.