COME TO THE CRISP MORNING

Come, come.
....come to me.
Come naked, unafraid.
Without the loathed past,
just you. Come.

Left the memories.
Let them be obliterated,
deleted by the
endless possibilities
of your future.

Let me help you.
Left the dust,
remove your tunic and
take my hand.
I am leading you to the river.

In the crisp morning,
the cold water will
clean your soul;
my love will
warm it, anew.

Come, come.
I'm waiting for you,
longing for you.
For so long.
Come.