Healing

As I reach out through time and space,

I find you, and we're beginning to heal;

saved by zero.

Found, and reunited, the love

which never left us, flowing between us.

The wounds of the past trauma,

healing in increments; erasing the hurt

in leaps and bounds for us.

I hold your heart as you hold mine,

living in the embrace of our love,

sleeping in sweet slumber, awaking

to a new day.

Synchronicities

Everyday we come closer to what we are,

each day a lesson of joy, in love...

We come to find we share a soul,

a mind, a desire in our company.

A unity connects us, blood binds us,

but it is the synchronicities that fascinate.

Finishing sentences that were unspoken,

just knowing your expressions 

as I see them in the mirror;

we are one, though distinctly, uniquely us.

We share a destiny, a fate and a history...

and I love you.

It's The Little Things

It's the turn of a phrase,

or the smile in your voice;

it's thinking the same thing

with someone who can keep up...

it's laughing and talking for hours 

about everything we can think of 

as we make our plans and feed the elephant.

It's being comfortable in the knowledge

of who you are to me, and who I am to you.

And I thank God for it, it feels like we'll live forever...

Reunion

Lost in the portrait that shows your bright eyes

I see your love for me even though 

you have yet

to lay eyes on me.

I come to you, and touch your heart, 

which is my heart too...

pumping the same blood I carry,

the source of my own blood,

the blood that ties us and binds us in our souls.

And on that day, I will touch you tenderly

and softly tell you I've missed you,

and that I love you,

and I will surrender to your touch upon me

because you made me

as we bonded in the womb, 

so long ago now;

I will cherish every minute with you

from now until forever

as we return to the source, together.

 

 

The Slow Stretch of Time

Tortured by terrible dreams

and the slow stretch of time...

the uncertainty of not knowing

what life would bring, hopes or nightmares,

and the slow stretch of time...

Was the road hard kneeling 

on broken glass? Of course, at times;

but these were not the only times had,

it does not rain everyday; yet, 

the slow stretch of time

and the clock would wind and unwind

as I made my way to you,

nights of wonder, days of dreams,

time marched on, the slow stretch of time...

Getting closer in anticipation,

made me hunger for you more,

everything I wanted to share,

that we could be complete,

could I step through the door?

And I reached through the unknown

standing at the event horizon,

I stepped through and revealed myself to you...

the mystery unwinds this slow stretch of time...

my destiny has kept me warm, until I can be there

in your arms, and we move in closer

to the dream, in the slow stretch of time.

 

In Time

Just in time we met,  

and in time we will meet. 

It will be a joyous, emotional occasion

filled with the granting of dreams

and desires, filled with fulfillment.

Time passing, as time does

in spirals and forward motions,

running to the inevitable,

the unavoidable, of fate, of destiny...

of reunion.

And I gently weep at the idea

that I will finally one day soon, 

get to hold you in my arms 

like I have dreamed so many times;

the reunion, a beautiful gift.

Special

I am going to love you like no one else,

for no one else is like you, and me,

we are special, and you matter to me;

you are my beginning, my source of being,

the reason for my all, and I love you.