We once shared our innermost thoughts…
Our words were written by one and then the other…
We crossed the lines they say do not exist…
Be it a voice in the winds of time…
An underlinning presences felt within…
Being woken amidst a dream…
Be it your touch…
Be it voice, calling out my name…
I often woke to a kiss upon my lips…
Your scent carried through time…
I am told it could not be…
My soul knows it was you…
Our hearts still hear one another…
A Poet's Haven 