Poetry

When the time with you become holy
and moments crush into each other
and when at night you come to me
then I know that all love like this comes to fullness
 
and when moments disappear in silence
then I comprehend that pure bliss comes from pain,
when we find each other in our depths
and bind in a moment of the world’s darkness
 
and that we are both then much richer
in love’s silent deep mystery
and I come to know that love never flowers out
but at a time comes to its own fullness
when the lingering hunger in you and me
comes to satiation.