To My Soul Mate

The cascading water of enlightenment rushes over my being,
Cleansing, enhancing the whole of my universe
So limited, yet never-ending is
The memory bank of my personal niche in the fishbowl of the Void
Which tips over, scraps it's tender knees on the pavement of restriction
Then overflows from the backup of cold-hearted emotions,
At the single touch from Eternal Love.

The Quest continues, over mountaintops
And Sky-High dreams,
Around the bend at the end of the river,
Where the Salmon of Wisdom awaits.

A or I, the Scholar armed with the Library of Life,
Sits and Stares, un-nerving the Stars
And our Galaxy flexes under the pressure of the volcano of Truth
Only to be erupted in the face of understanding

Once more,
My conscious mind becomes aware,
Of the gentle, soft water,
Pouring over rocks, and flesh as One.
And in the heat of the passion,
As the Fire rages,
Stretching its scorched arms to the heavens,
The lips of my ethereal partner,
Whispers over the skin of my Soul.