Standing under a stunning, shell pink sky
My heart so passionately longs that i cry
Out to my Beloved to quickly and quietly come.
My eyes gaze up at the grace-giving, rising Son.
I impatiently become crazy for The Light
Like a moth frenzily flying in the night.
I longingly desire to give Him all the love i have left
In my sorrow soaked heart that's been cleft
Devastatingly by the shadows of my loved one's death.
I soulfully need to feel the Spirit's blessed breath.
I am obsessed! I want to experience my Beloved share
His intimate and ultimate love making with me in prayer.