When the time with you become holy <br />and moments crush into each other <br />and when at night you come to me <br />then I know that all love like this comes to fullness <br /> <br />and when moments disappear in silence <br />then I comprehend that pure bliss comes from pain, <br />when we find each other in our depths <br />and bind in a moment of the world’s darkness <br /> <br />and that we are both then much richer <br />in love’s silent deep mystery <br />and I come to know that love never flowers out <br />but at a time comes to its own fullness <br />when the lingering hunger in you and me <br />comes to satiation.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-time-with-you-become-holy/
