Black Days.
I awake every day in the morning
and turn on my email to check
if the love in my mind has dropped me a line
and if there's nothing I'm almost a wreck.
The email is not as important
as knowing my love will be there
to chat, laugh and plan, tell me that I'm her man
and her wish that she yet could be here.
For weeks we have talked of our union
in body and spirit and mind
though our progress is slow before my love can go
with no regrets for what she left behind
I feel sometimes my life should be ended,
that I've nothing to live for no more,
but I know my love needs me,
supports, loves and feeds me,
so I work t'ward my good life once more.
Soon we shall cement our new union
with our spirits and minds both the same;
in the ether, that's fine - our emotions combine,
now only physical union remains.
The day when I first see my lover
is the day that our bodies will meet
we shall sit, laugh, confess, kiss and cuddle, caress,
and our union will then be complete.
Oh glorious, wonderful union
could this have been God's master plan
to join up as one, this daughter and son,
woman lover and her lover man.
© Copyright February 2006 Kenneth G Woolcock
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