I know you now so many ways

[dissidster]

I know you now so many ways,
And yet I don't know you at all,
Will never know you,
For you are a mystery impenetrable
Even by joy.

Love, like a wave, joins sea and sand,
But then must roll back into itself,
Singing in its lusty longing,
Ever resurrected.

Yet beyond love is love,
Which neither lives nor dies
But simply is.
Which now we share in a burst of inner glory.
Which we become through will and time.