Ecstasy Beckons Poem by Patti Masterman

You are more, than beauty;
You are more, than love,
More than my thundering
Heart's dub-a-dub.

More than my blood pressure
Rocketing high;
More than my pupils,
Enlarging like sky.

More than my hands
Trembling for you,
Or than my tongue,
Testifying, how true.

I can't say just how
You are in all these things,
Like the blustery feeling
A windy day brings,

As it touches all things
And moves them around-
And often it does it
Without any sound.

My being has moved
A few inches from center-
And you're the new hub,
That my self wants to enter,

You're the creator
Of this new universe;
You the inspirer
Of every new verse.

Just lift up your hand
And new things will appear,
While ecstasy beckons-
And soon- it is there.