Joy

This journey of joy--hurts
and staggers me under
the burden of faith.
I strive and rest: I learn
to trust my lover
will show his face.
The night is cold, alone
my tears flood the moon,
float the stars--
Yet drown me in freedom.
Please let me love
your cold, sweet heart!
My warmth is sad, yet strong,
and you--have seen my tears.
I hold my joy, my tongue;
will you hear my song
or cling to her dear?