Might we?

A dream...

Might we…

Take a moment and meander

Through moments not so much

As now

 

Rather then

When tranquility was ours

And love was on no account questioned

Only answers

 

Came by

As we, who are not now you and me

Parted by waters jagged and deep

But we

 

As then

Who walked in eternal moments

When time stoood still and allowed us

To breathe

 

In deep

The scents of passion and never waned

For you and I were securely sustained

In time

 

Might we…

Take a portion of nectar fruit

Behind me you, before you me

And see

 

A moment

Frozen in time where we can be

And never question reality

And touch

 

My skin

Which blazes inside eternal now

And holds each piece of tomorrow’s dream

Not you

 

Or me

But we, just here a passion free

From what’s become blemished reality

In deep

 

Senses three

Loving touching breathing deep

The love that’s born from you and me

Making one

 

From two.

 

Might we?

 

Author's Note

two lovers separated by space and time...life interferes...is there hope?

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

In a country in between there is a garden for St Fiachra and in the garden there is a crystal glass river with rivulets and rills, reeds and birds, amphibians and beautifully crafted swimming fish; all moving and catching the light. Every item made by a Master from a clear pure glass that takes the sunlight and makes the impossible real.
Etched into the surface of a single glass ripple in the river are these exact exquisite words. A dream made real when one wishes enough.
http://www.ireland-withpatpreston.com/st_fiachras_garden.htm

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

What glorious piece of work, an intruging sense of magic looms in your words with a touch of beautiful sadness... Love it!!

[R J Askew]

Beautiful job. Very graceful and perfectly balanced. Like watching a ballet of words. Positive and inspiring. A wonderful homage to love, the greatest force within us.