by Janice Scott-Reeder
You fall into my eyes,
lost in their darkness,
and rise up again in my thoughts,
your tide rushing through my veins.
We create the one true magic:
Enjoined, entertwined as the Celtic knot,
eternal of two twin flaming souls,
we burn burn through to reason,
and conquer the pain and fear.
We are the magic of dust in light,
and the glass stone of reason.
You are the dark ruler of my soul.
We are one!