I am a heart adrift

I am a heart adrift. All around me flows the dawn, the dew, the soft caresses of song- all around me flows She. O save me from the shore, that I may never again know its harsh lines and unforgiving cadence of stone! Here, on the steps of drowning, is where I will gladly breathe my last. Only the heart that finds itself dying can truly know what breath is. Only the starving can tell of what it truly means to feast. Only the blind can say what it is to find Her face before you, framed by the surge of spring. All of these I have known; a heart that is dying, starving, blind. And for a thousand times more to feel its return! that this moment may linger, as it is, as it has been, for one moment longer. For here She flows around me, young in spite of time, perfect in her rare imperfections, radiant even in sadness. Here her heart washes over me.