The Powers of Heaven and Depths of Hell
Does he walk on the clouds of your thoughts
Or does he slip through
And fall from the heavens of your mind
With a word, a word of love
Of grace and wonder
All rolled into a single feeling
That comes to mind when you say his name
A whisper in the midst of rapture that slips through your teeth
So often clenched in fury
At him or for him
But now all you feel is him
Everywhere
Beside you below you above you
And as your breath catches
The feeling tumbles from your parted lips along with his name
And in the fervor you hear yours said
But you could only see yourself skirting the edges of his beauty
How could a lost man ever compare
To the elegance of someone so heavenly
With so much, no too much heart
When you had barely enough to keep yourself alive
You can never conceive of why he could see you
But as cerulean meets emerald
It all becomes clear as the oceans his eyes seem to be filled with
Love is not chosen
Nor is it controlled or restrained
The powers of heaven and the depths of hell can push and pull
But they cannot direct love
Love is free and unwavering
And his is yours as yours is his
