Like the Lark

I have stretched my heart
Before you.
I have bared my soul
Entire.
Yet I still know not how
To charm you.
I know not what you
Require.

I have shouted at
The noon hour.
I have whispered in the
Dark.
I have shrieked alongside the eagle.
I have wooed you like the
Lark.

I now prostrate  myself
Before you.
I no longer stand upon my
Feet.
You may gather my heart
Like cordwood.
You may winnow my soul like
Wheat.

I grow weary, my love

Of searching.
I no longer know how to
Seek.
All ever I was or may be
I give you.
I am so tired and so very
Weak.

Oh, rise up my love
In the morning!
Awaken, my song
In the night!
Arise, my true heart
Come unto me!
Awaken thy feet to
Take flight!