I will not tire.

Dear C.,

I miss you. Does this make me weak or strong?

Instantly the winds of your memory fill the sails of my seafaring soul.

They are strong but I rise with them, in a strange balance between courage and folly.

I dare you, winds of longing, bring me to the volcano that keeps her secrets.

Rains of desire fill the purple chalice guarded by my forest below.

In my sleep a gust of wind, the chalice falls.

The desire for you quenches my thirsting garden.

All flowers now exhale your scent with faint sounds of your whispering voice.

I speak of you to the sun and moon for as long as I cannot tell you,

How many flowers I have named after you.

How long until the winged serpent sheds its skin?

How long until our winter turns to spring?

Will time's wings take you away from me?

The world and I dance together.

I am her most avid student in search of lessons on mythical love.

The earth always answers my twilight calls.

A dog rests his head on my lap, unsure whether to push for affection or trust my longing for it.

A man tells me about how trust means to trust from one's heart to another's.

From memory’s unrelenting hand I carve out these experiences.

In them, I see moments I wish to return to all my life to remember,

that all I have learned about Love is through what earth has given to me.

The biggest teacher earth gave to me is you.

I hope the apprentice may surpass his master,

That in turn, the new student may surpass her new master.

May this movement towards light never waver.

May my appetite for learning never be satisfied.

A mountain stream carving its path to the ocean it will nourish is what I am.

The moon is almost full and I am quite certain her seductive eyes rest on me.

I long for you to seduce me so for now I induce seduction in the moon.

I hope she reaches down and kisses me with her white lips that taste of freedom.

Sing to me dear Moon and tell me how my love is not in vain.

Even if it is, at least I am in love.