Sleepless Goat

Here I see the woman saying lead me to love

To be taken to the world, calling far and above

Who are you talking to and what are you saying?

I have come so far to accept your laying.

But she is in a land where she cannot understand,

People speak in foreign tongue thus she cannot make her stand.

Unable to converse which she wishes to say

She pushes away, try as they may.

Then she sees what she cannot depict

A comfort in eyes that could not be missed

Drawing her in, she felt the new fire

The admittance to love and passionate desire.

Was he waiting the long of the day for the night?

To catch a glimpse of her beauty to come into sight.

Taking her hand with no need for a thought

He leads her away, no challenges brought.

Now they sit across, understanding their worlds

Their glances connected, their longings endured.

Telling of places he has seen and has been

She listens to the delicate sounds and envisions what they mean.

Her love like the wind, she whispers her response

Speaking in rhymes. He devours the hum of her voice:

“When the breeze takes flight my soul seems to sing

Its cool touch brushing gently across my wing

I love you like a song

The intertwining emotions of its pulse

Your notes cleanse, as you are never false

And I love you like a flower

Welcomed, its perfume exudes such a feeling

A simple scent, she says, can be so releasing.”

When they touch, it is with gentle embrace

A feeling that rids her of time and of space,

Then the simple brush of lips against her cheek

The shiver of his spine as he leans in to speak;

Understanding the sincerity in the words he doth choose

She hears it in the way that it makes her heart move

Love, continue to make me think and feel and hear

Because I will not live without all of you near.