Oh, Deep Spring of Love!
Oh, Deep Well within!
I am lost in dreams,
Afraid to wake
-Afraid to be awakened more.
Wandering in a desert land,
I have made a hiding place.
Off searing dunes, I dip
- I dive!
Into pools of azure blue.
From arid sand I make the sweetest bread
-And sweeter still the wine!
With azure powder on my lids, I dye my hair
To match my azure gown.
From the azure cup I sip
And choke on sunbaked sand.
In my hair, my clothes, my eyes
The desert leaves me blind.
- Still, I will not wake!
Oh, blood red Love safe in my veins
And from your veins freely spilt,
Do not wake me from my dream
Lest I take up my cross,
And from these veins my blood does spill!
- God forbid!
Crimson stained the soft and lowly straw
And in the garden fell,
But on the bitter crooked cross
Your Love bled azure blue!
In the silence, like a sabbath morn,
Gently help me wake.
The straw made fresh; the garden new;
The crooked cross made straight!
Your words like rain, bring life
To these phantom dunes
And in my veins new blood runs sure
A holy azure blue!
© Stacy Oler
