The Silver Flute

"When I think of you
it's as if each inward
breath is a sip from the
goblet of God's nectar...

Each exhale departs
To leave a strength of union
deeper and richer than the last

If, for you,
my lips were to meet the
lips of a silver flute
I'd fill the empty space
with a resounding
vibration,
charged with the life force
of holy love
an echo of my destiny to
seamlessly unite our souls...

A note, a melody
the resonance of spirit
in union
in Love
a sound
that would inspire a choir of angels
to harmonise their reply
in the depths of your heart."

Trinity Bourne