oh temples are just so shy of their curtains
when Jesus! stood there and proclaimed

"I am as you. I am a man. And this day.
I will get married, as one of you."

"So let the curtains fall and relieve it's beautiful contents,
a shinning river of longing untouched by no mans hands,
and no tongue has ever lifted these gentle words to make a prayer reach higher towards the sky in unison and hallelujah!"

Who wants to be the first to name our daughter?
and our son?
Who will be the first to remember how things once begun?
Who will call the names
of each and every God known to man?
Who will remember

oh sweet as wine gentle and kind...
how would thee remember one as me?
as a gentle, honest passionate man perhaps?
no less no more than a skilled lover of women?
a riddle in time to tune an instrument
made by Clair de Lune?

would thou see the memorable moments in whispers
and sighs?
touched by kindness and idle goodbyes?

is it not more to the point of lovemaking
than just a ramble of bodies against each other?
is it not, a magic unfolding in its own excellence...
and a shinning brand of shimmering jewels?
is it not, a coming together of spirits that unfold
their deepest longing and greatest fear?

of who will be able to see me... once and for all...
with all that I am and ever will be?
should it not be more or less... just a love
in the making to be?

I'll stop and I'll step, each note of opportunity I get
to bring you closer to the brink of passion

and then when you’re out of breath... I'll listen
to the notes you sing