Unison... Part II, Woman
There are times in a man's life
when simple freedoms,
as deep as they may dwell,
do not soothe the beast...
or mend wounds kept silent...
those trapped in the farthest reaches of the soul...
where God walks and answers
quiet prayers of repentance...
A place where words are only sounds
and the fragrance of a woman speaks
to the spirit of a man.
Her gentle touch moving his heart,
releasing his tears, freeing the prisoner
to heal in the arms of his lover....
In this place... at that moment, the world shifts.
For an instant there is sense to existence.
That incredible communion...
A spiritual unison, balance in the blending,
between God, man, and woman...
A crescendo in life that echoes through eternity.
Whether sustained or lost,
once tasted, always remembered,
forever emulated in each echo thereafter
Such a precious gift,
Such a deep wounding
Where behind his eyes her fragrance resounds
and her memory shapes his soul...
JCM (copyright) 08/04/07
There are times in a man's life
when simple freedoms,
as deep as they may dwell,
do not soothe the beast...
or mend wounds kept silent...
those trapped in the farthest reaches of the soul...
where God walks and answers
quiet prayers of repentance...
A place where words are only sounds
and the fragrance of a woman speaks
to the spirit of a man.
Her gentle touch moving his heart,
releasing his tears, freeing the prisoner
to heal in the arms of his lover....
In this place... at that moment, the world shifts.
For an instant there is sense to existence.
That incredible communion...
A spiritual unison, balance in the blending,
between God, man, and woman...
A crescendo in life that echoes through eternity.
Whether sustained or lost,
once tasted, always remembered,
forever emulated in each echo thereafter
Such a precious gift,
Such a deep wounding
Where behind his eyes her fragrance resounds
and her memory shapes his soul...
JCM (copyright) 08/04/07
