When mystery surrounds,
And my pathway of thoughts not clear.
I close my eyes,
Struggling to visit my place of tranquil calm,
Who should come across my path?
You, in all your glorious vibrant technicolour,
Your own needs set to one side.
You minister your grace.
You touch my mind,
You touch my heart,
You touch my body.
Your words cascade over me like a waterfall.
You bathe me and comfort me.
Even in this place,
You cause my lips to smile and my belly to rumble.
Your presence continues with me,
Even when you have to leave.
How can I not have want for you?
The seesaw of lust and love tips again.
And the whiskey of life smiles on me.
