In the Cavern of My Heart, I Find You

I yell to you of broken spirit,
secret seeker of the divinity of sadness,
enquirer of the edge,
peaked in attention to sensuality,
experienced.

Ye of little and all faith,
your sun dances around with orbiting planets once more in hope of clarity,
a sense of justice,
falsely sought in tangles of webs
upon tendrils of weeds from your garden beds
spilling onto mine and intertwined with vine
and lie to speak in shadows.

Fear in the heart of men,
frozen to the choices that keep one from traversing
the mystery of the unknown. 

Dive,
dive into the abyss with me or with the love of your dreams,
in time,
just to see a face looking back at you with eyes in love see,
your face is the one reflecting back at you
the beauty, the grace which has always been,
beautiful reflection of masculinity,
do not fear your gentle spirit,
your grace,
of all the hearts I love yours the most,
if this line reaches you.