The Sun's Love For The River Of Light Poem by Daniel June

It is enough to be love's intoxicant
To drink from your lips your liquid words,
From your golden heart, melt and spent,
To submerge my desire in molten hope.

I fill you with words, I bleed into your stream:
My every semantic bliss, yours, finally and utterly

Dante's Beatrice is Quixote's Dulcinea
But my creature is real, solid as life
Skin of God - soul to soul
No fictional fashion, more than I imagined
Thick to the touch, oh sink of love!

Her living wine, liquid light,
In the rivers of my spirit, and the flow of my soul
Are in me and of me, her essence fills me
We two alone enter the centerpoint of inner's in
For eternity, knit of Name, Solder of Self.

Every day apart, your soul rivers through me
Every day my spirit's sun blesses your face.