The Beloved of Souls

Let life dilute me in the sorrow of my being,
and let the light enter me in the worry of my life.
I am life and in life will I enter the solitude of my mind,
and in that life, I enter the will of the Father of Heaven.
I am eternally yours and to find that will remembers that
which enters the well of souls, in remembrance of love.
I find all that wish to enter the youth of my vision, to feed me with love and remorse..  I am yours, and in life I find all that I miss, in the solitude of my consciousness.  Drum beats
move and flow with my hands as they enter my soul deeply and that which is all will flow upon the salt of the seas and grow upon the remembrance of the one Father in Love with me.
I am salt upon this Earth and the grain upon the sand.  Upon my hair, may it stand in the charge of electricity that swells with the sweet touch of the Beloved.  It is mine to see you electrified to the touch and to remember the vision that is the fountain of my youth.  What is youth, you say?  A beauty upon the star of light.  What is beauty upon the touch of a star?  A star of ultimate quantity of being of love.  What is the touch of hair upon the locks of your embrace?  It is the touch of my scent that finds you well upon the vision of your face.  Let the fires rage and the Earth dissolve and let the rain pour down upon my face as the rain moves me to say that I love you, my grace.  I am yours in name and in face, and I shine upon the grace that is mine to embrace in  your love for me.  Let the clouds move me to find in me all that is mine and dilute me forever, as I find the name erased in my mind.