Boundless

I am pouring out all that I am right here to you.
Only you and I know of the things of which I speak.
In this deep and hidden haven
I feel safe and very free
to express each and every syllable and inflection.
I respect your wishes although mine are quite different.
But if I only have what is locked in my heart's chamber
it could be enough to keep the embers alive for many years.
Of course I want more. I refuse to mislead you with lies.
I know for weeks it seems I have poured my soul out onto
an imaginary stage. But the whirlwind keeps drawing me back into it.
My creativity is blooming in the midst of your wind.
I owe more to this than to try and force away its beauty.
I will not do it.
You cannot make me do it.
I respect your faith.
Please respect my love.
I do not want to coherce you.
I have no desire to be a raging storm lashing out.
I will speak what comes to the surface of my deepest heart and what then leaps onto these pages.
I do not have the power to stop the sheer force of this passion.
I do not even want to try.