Leonid Love Song to an Imperfect Lover

Somehow I knew the heavens
had drawn themselves closer
even before I stepped out into the darkness
beyond my kitchen door and into the trees.

My path has taken me, again,
into the abundant fruit of the orchards
that hang heavy, desperate with sin,
and ready to be harvested
like a heart ripe with too much
unexplained love.

I do not take the warning
of stars falling from the sky
without notice
and cannot ignore the call
to gather myself, flesh and bone,
for the redemption
and what it means
to be washed in the light
of Leonid.

If you meet me by these waters, Lover,
hold my holy hands and speak in a whisper
until the vessel of your heart
is an empty container of faith,
all will be forgiven for our imperfections.

All will be forgiven
as we cast a glimmering net of hope
into the promise
of another broken dawn.