– Creed –

A maven travels a sacred journey
In search of treasures untold
A seeker of knowledge
A seeker of truth
She strives –
For all that life has to hold

I have scaled the highest of mountains
I have marched through to the far sides of the Earth
I have journeyed through the darkest of valleys
In search of my most heart-felt wish
From lifetimes ago

His eyes; as deep as the deepest ocean
Caressing the soft, sun-soaked shore
His breath; as sweet and warm as the southern wind
So pure and so true
He left me yearning for more

It was midnight, in the garden of good and evil
Where I happened upon your soul
It was then –
The fires of Spring began to melt
The still bitterness, of Winter’s core

It was when you gazed into my eyes
I knew the most precious of treasure
Is made of neither silver, nor gold

I knew from the slow; smooth, star-lit strolls –
The most precious of treasure
Is the love you have
And the most precious of treasure
Is the love you hold.