Adept Creation

You, for love of whom I am become

as new-dug clay

Mold me...

With the waters & the wheel of yourself shape my soul,

for it is yours.

You, for love of whom I am become

as uncut wood

Turn me...

With the sharp edge of your glittering words

incise your patterns in my soul

for it is yours.

You, for love of whom I am

as ash & sand

Melt me...

With shifting flames & breaths of your blown passions

englaze my soul to crystal & preserve the love within

for it is yours.

You, for love of whom I am

as rough metal

Work me...

With the burning torch of your piercing eyes

into rings & links that will bind me to you, twist my soul

for it is yours.

You, for love of whom I am become

as naked stone

Carve me...

With the picks & chisels of your strong spirit

grave a sign,

a written monument of my love that all can see upon my soul

for it is yours.

You, who are the artisan, the maker, the master—the craftsman

of all my love, all my desire

I, who am whole, yet incomplete; entire, yet raw; yet elemental

Take up your tools, you who have the power, use them upon me,

who waits ready for you

And together, make us one thing, greater than either of us alone,

as artist & art are ever & always one,

together inextricably linked,

set a love made immortal.