I am your love

When do you need my love?
My permission
My listening
My kiss
My absence
My gifts?

When do I need your love?
Your allowance
Your understanding
Your contention
Your heat
Your heart?

Whenever the sun flares molten light
Whenever the sky sees the earth
Whenever death is met with new life
And the wind dances on the hills

Meet me in the shadows of my sleep
On the sculpted slate of every street
In the crowded trains and generous rain

Feed me in the rich darkness behind my eyes
Upon the horizion of my tears
And in the hollow moonlit mountains of time

I will find you in the shadows of my fear and remember that I am yours and you are mine