Stretched

The desire of that old love transforming to a new.

I revisted your body today.
Your spirit.
I looked inside you again.
Your smile.
You.
And I thought a spirit such as
yours would never awaken.
              But I was wrong.

Yesterday you sang to me.
You recognized my prayers.
Maybe even possibly answered.
              I hope.
              I want.
              But unsure.

It's been preached time after
  time, only He saves.
But you were my bible.
My strength.
My spirit.
My antidote.
So resurrect me.

Yesterday I was awoken.
Shaken from a love I did
    not need.
            Too hurtful.
            Unpromising.
It's not for me.

Tomorrow I long for your words.
To enlighten my soul once more.
Act as my ceremony.
Cure me.
Feather me down.
Be my corn pollen at sunrise.

For time is of the essence.
May this be another chance?
But do not forsake me.
For I do not know what exists.
Except for the fact that
We have had similar loves.
            Similar faith.
            Similar hope.
            Similar charity.

And I remember you.
When I am alone.
In my prayers.
My spirit.
In my thoughts.
Today, yesterday, and tomorrow.