In The Spirit Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

IN THE SPIRIT

I walked down willingly into the dark, the unkind,
For many nights and sunless days.
Torture and torment were my only ways
To expurgate the cobwebs in my mind.

And now I ascend to a Godly breeze's sun-struck caress,
And to a cross of stone atop a Cathedral on a mighty plain,
Where the wind is of freedom, devoid of all rain,
To where my love is donning a long, white dress.

There shall be candlelit eves, shrouded in mist,
And kisses taken beneath the boughs
Of lilacs, daisies, roses, at our lovers' tryst. -
As long as time in eternity allows.

There shall be a dappled grove in the diamond sand,
Beside the sea of the blessed, where you and me,
Enraptured, will go roving, endlessly,
Heart in heart, and hand in hand.

And the ocean's salty spray
Will endow your hair
With perfumes of the summer air,
As our ardor will take us far away.

And whence comes the white of the chiming moon,
Your sighs will be bating, your bosom thrilled,
When spasm leads to spasm, with still no passion killed,
And the rubies of the dawn shall come too soon.