I Am In Love, At Last

I Am In Love, At Last

1/02/07

What smile is this, which creeps around the corners of my mouth, stretching from what seems to be ear to ear?

How is it I walk through crowds and see all eyes upon me, returning my smile with their own, seemingly understanding without words what I feel?

Why do some come up to me with knowing looks and wink at me, saying nothing yet saying everything about what I’m thinking?

Where do I plant myself so that no one escapes my giving up this secret that has me so obviously changed from what I was to what I am?

Can I speak with any less fervor now? Can I slow this delicious tremor within my soul that has me stuttering vocally?

Do I want to…?

Never will I let me talk myself out of this incredible feeling broadening from head to toe, from finger tip to finger tip.

I am budding and later flowering, spreading from mere existence to encompassing the entire universe however far apart the edges are.

I fly without wings, merely extending my arms and lifting myself from off my toes, I can see far beyond what was my horizon once upon a time on the ground.

The clouds coolly brush against me and far below I see the earth and all I own—trees, streams, plains, mountains, snow and oceans—I claim them all in personal ownership.

I gather the most precious of stones and metals while aloft, easily fashioning them into objects of beauty and desirability.

Alighting, I am a man in full, striding powerfully toward the article of my intense attention, holding my gifts in hand.

Kneeling, I quiver. Gazing, I smile, again. Listening, I comprehend, at last.

I am in love--deeply, utterly, passionately, unquestioningly, completely…

I am in love—freshly, newly, born-again, like never before…

I am in love, at last.