When Our Eyes Meet...
When our eyes meet, thunder will meet lightning for the first time, and rain will be it's natural result, for while water is wet, like tear drops of joy water can be warm and sweet at the same time and the growth from such is thunderous like that first gaze from our eyes. I know your look, from the many dress rehearsals from my mind in practice, when dream seeds were planted in my bed. Right there in the dark of those nights, thunder gathered its wherewithal, as my body in dream, danced in silence. And when at last my eyes meet yours, lightning will unfurl with grace and ease, as what is, becomes what always was, and time will smile on and with us, for love is of God, for God is love, and this love is demonstrated perfectly with two becoming as One.
Thunder is the slow sister of lightning, but she no doubt gives her lighted sister a faithful reminder of their family heritage. Distance can steal a march on lightning but one need only hear the echo of thunder that reminds all to seek shelter. Love's baritone bass, can sweep through anyone's life with mystic prowler like stealth, and when the smiling eyes of acceptance gives rise to that burly booming experience, lightning smiles and it's thunderous joys will kiss each other, and time will be glad with it's self. What God is, God ordains, and it was He Who said, it was not good that the man be alone, and thus created a help meet for him, and when the two find each other, even God smiles at the sight.
The rain from soft touches that lead to softer kisses that make for feelings too rich for words and sure footed night endings. The chilling brace of the unknown, will give way to acceptance and familiarity, and like a bed that becomes accustom to the body, so too arm in arm makes its own rain warm. There is a warmth from rain water that unlike fire, whose cleansing is permanent, water cleanses the soul with revival and brings newness without effort. When seeing her for the first time, and her body language says free, and her eyes say she don't want to be, smiling eyes know it. Those eyes come alive like a volcano spewing it's message come to me in red and now, in brighter yellow.
Only tears brought on from joy, long waiting, and the desire for more much more, awaking in the heart a yearning for home in each others arms. What is joy, but acceptance on steroids, where a free pass to being yourself is granted you from that person who too full of themselves writes a bill of deposit from the bank of love sufficient to make all dreams come true. And without effort, just knowing their want of you makes up for all rejections in two lifetimes combine. For in life, long waiting line linger with each passing fall, and the harsh winters of missing arms make waiting all the more painful, especially if a lover is lost due to death or betrayal. Therefore, the wanting of more is reasonable, and expected. And so much the more, when we look in the eyes of them adorned with love's bounty and braced with showers of kisses and giggles only lovers are best known for.
Life can bring a chill that only love's fire can brace for, and while love can be elusive, it's warmth, can be a search worthy of a life time. When eyes meet, and in that special moment, when thought and dream conspire err hearts know one another, chilling winds for the first time taste with conviction heaven's fire. So too my love, whoever you are, where ever time and space would lock you away from my prying eyes, know that life is faithful and God too good not to have that moment in His book for us. There is a brace stored for us, and while love may be elusive, and it's warmth needed in our case, our search continues. There is no rush in my steps nor weariness in my hope, there is no emptiness in a promise from God nor a shallow spot in deep hearts full with love. When our eyes meet, a smile of a life time will ensue, and a tear produced to match, for when our eyes meet, homes lights will come on, and an out side light established, so as to help us find our way together...nj
