Before dawn
The streets of the city
Lie silent
And I think of you
Leaving the house
for the lonely places
Where you caressed
The constant presence
of our ancestor
In the quiet of early morning
Only a thin space separates
Earth from eternity
I hear your Ghost-voice
Calling
within my beating chest
Waking me
with the invitation
to be still
I surrender to the whisper
Breathe the moist cool air
Bathe in the mist
that blankets the ground
like a warm, wet kiss.
What I want
Is what you desire
I give myself over
To your voice
and to your touch
opening myself up
to the inheritance of Sabbath rest
that makes this day pregnant
by the fertile seed
of one dream.
