Poems by Nelferch Merchoed
Love
Song
You give to me a drink of water
from Your own hands.
Clean, healing, sparkling and refreshing,
a well of pleasure for my soul.
You fill my hands with blossoms
of milky, creamy white
and golden hue,
a tender foam all flowing
with the honey of wild bees.
- and for the longing of my heart
You seal my lips with Yours.
I’m drinking down the wine of love,
and moon-white butterflies
rest in my hair, and on my hands
to feast upon the streams of sweetness
which You called forth from me.