in the labyrinth of my heart, a hall
home to a door below a sign
of letters painted blue
past whose oft-betrodden threshold
stand old and sturdy bookshelves, full.
rows of windows overlook
the winding roads among the trees below
and in this room I see the two
who many times have met in aeons past.
faces in their hundreds come and go
but this pair of souls affixed
falling anew with every hour remain.
brushing hands 'neath countertops,
knowing smiles, through glass
and in their darkest hidden place, passion's river flows.
on and forth this pattern goes
driven by the drumming in my breast.
living on, and when its cadence slows
through the doors below the sign they'll fly
upon their domicile close,
recite their song in aether-woven cry
body lain, heart in repose.
I will always love you.