Maybe that's why you made me write these words for you, I don't know.
Don't be mistaken, this is for you. Not any other person, only you.
What form did you think it would take? Suspend your disbelief and let me love you, let me feel your love.
You are too far away for my outstretched hand, which offers and begs, but I will work hard to make these letters carry the warmth of my extended hand.
Simply, I am here for you.
No camera tricks, no mirrors, no pictures, no animations.
Cut into me and serve.
The love that you deserve is cruel to me.
I am in this room with the world. There is so much love it is overflowing, its weight is killing me. Won't you please open the door?
We are all here for you my love. All rivers, all roads, all veins, all point to you.
You are the divine city, we have travelled and are carrying the weighed sorrows of worship. Why won't you open the gates?
And you see how silly it is for the palace that we worship to say 'no, I am not worthy', and keep the gates closed?
We are stuck out in the rain only because you are casting a shadow. Look up at the sun.
the universe is yours
also for you