The True Story of a Hearts Meeting

Like a secret wind

You were a whisper for a Time.

A blurred picture I held in my heart,

I kept you inside me like a buried treasure,

Telling no one,

Kissing you with my poetry under soft moonlight,

Feeling you breathe,

Holding me.

Eyes closed, gripping your hand and hearing you sing through my window

Loving me under my eye’s as I shivered in bouts of fever,

Praying that I could see your image at last,

I wondered at times,

“Are you a memory, a distant reality,

an illusion, or only a poem?”

I cried unceasingly every morning screaming in my bed,

Unable to move,

“Where are you?

I feel you here in my heart,

I know your voice

I’ve tasted your kiss

I hold you every night

Alone, waiting for deep slumber and rest.”

At times I saw pictures,

Visions of our embrace,

In clouds of mourning,

I would look at the moon,

Feel you smiling,

I held you for so long in this trance,

Lost to the world,

Hiding in my darkened room,

Writing, singing, dancing with the muses and their guises

Changing always, from god to stone, to rivers to mountains.

For a while, I thought I had found your face,

But it was a dream,

I was sleeping in the unmade bed of my hopeful longing,

Still, I was waiting.

I could feel as life brought me promises and fantasy’s and old story’s

In pools of thoughts,

I waded,

The water was thick and strong,

It covered me,

It swallowed me in more and more tears.

Yet I sustained,

I would not move,

For I knew that my love would be clear to me when she was ready to show herself,

I knew you could feel me reaching from somewhere,

I swore to never let go until it was into your arms at last.

Then one day my prayers hit me with the perfect surprise.

In my dreams, your heart spoke to me

I woke in a violent fever of complete feeling

You were so close,

I was terrified,

I could hear you knocking on the door of my soul

It was a torrential downpour.

I gave in at last,

I couldn’t take it any longer,

I was swept into a current of swelling and seizing waves,

Thrown overboard into a wild ocean of fear’s, anxiety, and heart reaching joy!

I cried,

I had held you,

It was you!

You had looked me in the eyes many times,

But I could not bring myself out of my longings,

I could not seize your body with all my courage

and meet your soul with my complete surrender.

But I had seen you

I had held you.

Then finally I found myself in your room,

In your chamber of small candles and white blankets,

I sat with you before the altar,

the holy mother peering through your world,

As I told you of my world,

I had given you my words, my poem’s,

And you took them into your soft hands as I looked at you with all of me,

I felt us grow closer,

Our minds retreating,

Hearts heaving,

Sweat dripping from my eyes,

Nerves struck by bolts of lighting,

I felt your magnetic love as it pulled me gently into your lips at last,

I emptied my fears into the earth and offered myself to you,

In a garland of infinite waiting prayers,

Answered perfectly in the simple act of two hearts becoming one,

I knew you were the love I kept in secret reaching

The love that spoke to me through the muse, the moon, the earth, the stars, and the sunlight.

So now I wake to you at last,

You are my morning

You are my moonlight

You are my love.