Worshipper

I tried to tell you
about the moon & me
How I am lunar
containing shadows you can't see
and there are pains
Hidden, tortuous remains
that all the light in you
Cannot remove
But you are my golden prince
and your beauty does convince
Me
that there are realms I've never seen
Beauty in all I cannot be
So I will try
to be nothing more
Than a worshipper
Of what I don't possess
Worshipping the goodness
I find buried in this mess
that's called existence
And the distance
the juxtapositions
And contradictions
We all contain
How I can carry purity
Inside myself
But be left with stains
These stains of purity
which bring tears to my eyes
Transcendental mysteries
The truth that lurks in lies
And I tried to tell you
About the moon & me
About how I am myopic
Dark, twisted, trapped
and never free
and you never tried
to tell me I was wrong
or that the dark recesses
are not where I belong
Instead you stepped assuredly
Into the void in me
Shining so sublimely
Only to say to me
that I am as perfect as I need to be
And you let me hold you
when I need to
And you let me love you
Because I have no choice
You let me love myself
and listen to my quiet voice

ily, 2002