No more dreams of you, the hours of separation ended.
Our home made by time, soaring in stars.
After all stretched and spasms; my heart and my womb
expanded enough to hold you inside.
Ah, I ache and swell everywhere
but in my heart the homecoming feast began.
I bow to your holy face inside
as the world hears my weeping.
I know through threads of my falling tears
the earth, endlessly bounds
to heaven with love that resides in me.
I am the riddle,
the unsolved mystery
of a blooming rose.