You let your hairs down
As if
It were a blanket of cloud
To dull
the lustrous sun.

In your shade I sat
As I
Was a traveller for ages
To rest
My ever wandering soul

Now I look at you
As if
You were my sky
To calm
My unquenched desires

Drape me in your nimbus cloud
As I
Wait to be drenched
To become
One with you now and forever.


© Mystic Monk