He Is Like No Other

I believed I’d known a love like no other,

It held me near and led me restlessly.

It’s voice a hymn my feet knew well,

Dancing through valleys where lily buds lie.

I was entranced under his vainglorious spell -

When I cut my heel on a stone,

In the fields we passed by.

I looked for love's hand, but saw I was alone.

Flowers were barren, not a bee in sight,

Birds deaden sound, all was hidden from light.

Foreign hands touched me through the dark,

Pouring water over old seeds sown, reaching the depths of my aching heart.

He held me closely, and led me patiently.

I followed his songs blindly - skipping through stone without blood shed.

Until I felt wet grass against my skin and sun on my head.

He did not lead me to his bed, nor request I learned his song,

But gave me my own, while he followed and danced along.

For Loon.