Lyrics, Clarinet Solo, Rachmaninoff Sym 2, Adagio

You are my love, and song of my heart

...and the one who comes to me in velvet night
and in the morning light. 

When I dream, you hold the essence of me 

And all I am waits for you who are yet my lover to be, 

Though as two souls, we are one—

Knowing every thought

Feeling every nuance of the song we write...

The song I dream of you in the night

The song I know as you in the light

The melody of you

The one I love

i.
you are a fever
rough tongued and lapping
at the edge of my mind
all day your words insinuate themselves—
sliding between the crevices 
marking the too-often broken heart,
pushing into new seams 

stretching to hold me together,
insisting with every syllable their molten heat
bonding thought to feeling, 

promising an inflammation
of desire to come

ii.
you are a river
moving and rushing around the rocks of my defenses
bringing an aliveness in swirls and eddies
and calm pools of thought
where hope holds under the banks of lush surrender
and waits for the sweet hatches of your words
to feed the hunger that
grows and swells my spirit

iii.
you are the soft animal of my own lust
wherein a playful word lights a smile
and a laugh becomes a living thing
of wide-eyed wonder,
a wild being of nature, this thrill ... 

just now it's there on the path
running ahead of us
toward the adventure
of finding
and knowing
and mating

i was afraid for you
and was met with
despair and angst

so i asked despair
why are you here?

despair snarled
to show you the not way
that tears you apart

i turned to angst and asked
what is your purpose?

angst sighed
to add depth to your despair

but everything will be broken
and fall apart
i cried

the still small voice whispered
be still child
nothing is wasted
even now
time gathers up wounds
one by one
to weave into the walls of the heart
for holding even more love

a new mayday

the beltane fires tonight
that once leapt from the sticks of men
to kindle the warmth of women
are now not born of this earth
but are of a fecund heaven
where love begets love
and being known of each other
is gently held in the beholding
and in the light that leaps between us