come to me, love

The hardest part
is waiting
for what we believe
to be the beginning.
The beginning
of what we presume
to be that special
time and place.
We find love
we fall into line

If that is then
what do we have now?
where do we go
when we are perfect
somewhere else
with some else
as someone Else?

What I cannot see
is still flowing
as I am flowing
this time is perfect
do not wait
for imperfection
to become perfected
Every need you've ever needed
has been met.

Then doesn't exist
neither does when.
Beautiful creature
take a deep breath,
you are alive
Live Your Life.