It is the Eve

Eve 1992

It is the Eve ...
I am Eve
Awaiting the coming of Dawn's light
...Stars lay on my brow.
Thus I am crowned.
Dawn is just a vague memory...
I am frightened of her approach.
But I dream of her,
Want her.
And still, cannot imagine what she will be like.
Together, in Twilight, we glimpse the Day,
In its entirety.
In Eclipses we are given time enough
To kiss and hug in passing.
The light of the full moon brings me dreams of her.
And a brief soul-touch.
We blend, like North and South,
At the warm equator.
The tides of Fate will make us one again,
My love...
But will it be as good?
Like a dark storm in her domain,
I can glimpse the light
And place a single kiss of a blessing on her forehead.
Or will that day come upon us suddenly?
A clashing of opposite poles?
Or will our difference draw her away from me?
The tides chant "forever...forever...never...forever..."
Will she see me as her equal in love,
Or am I a second-rate friend?