Leon A. Walker

The veil falls upon me
As if from the gods a delicate torrent
To wash me in desperate desire
Your staggering vision
My mysterious sensual lover
From the wind comes your siren song
Calling me to worship at your decree

Come to me
Let me lead you to the remarkable beyond
From the depths of the darkened sky
I will warm you in my moonlight
And feed you fine wine from salvaged tears
For each time I gaze upon you
Raised is the sun of my sorrow’s secrets
And from this I will safeguard you always
The distressed despair
Of a fractured heart
So mercilessly and ruthlessly once betrayed

Across a thousand galaxies
I will carve your name in radiant light
And then for all eternity
You may look skyward my love
At a marquee of stars
Crafted for you my lady beautiful
Look skyward
Always
And smile . . .