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.:.The Meeting Before Last.:.
.:.One will Never Leave the other, not even for a Moment.:.
In the Era of the Lasting Decades during the 1700’s
In the Vicinity of Ireland. .
I was Present on the Land of a Festival,
One that I would not Bear my Absence of.
It was in the Midst of Death,
This Significance was not of Darkness,
But of a Curiosity.
I Found a Hidden Depth in the Echoes of it. .
As the thoughts would Engulf me,
I Once Wrote of this Enlightenment.
In the Time of the Festival’s End,
I would Rest in my long Woven Dress
Of a Dark Tinge Beneath
That Wise Oak Tree of Life. .
The Sky had Fallen into Twilight.
My Eyes were Drawn to a Dim Figure in the Night. .
Ambling Near to the Tree.
The Befall of my Consciousness Failed,
But if I had felt the Aroma there in that Moment,
I would have Sensed it then of what I Know now. .
They Rested on the opposite side of the Tree.
I remained Distant from Awareness,
Until I Believe he drew in closer to me. .
In quite an Enigmatic way.
I began to Feel the Core of His Presence,
He brought his head up to the bicep of my arm. .
As if He were Breathing in a Whiff of my Essence.
Still a Silence.
My Heart Grew to the Beat of a Fervid Wave
In the Oddity of such Intimacy in this Stranger.
He Gradually lifted His Head at a Higher Distance,
Now Breathing in the Fragrance of the Skin on my neck.
Our Touch began to Tremble,
In the Sanctuary of Our Meeting.
My hand Felt His Face, my Words did not Sound. .
Because He Finished with,
“I know. . “
We Ended up standing Beneath that large Oak Tree.
His Arms would Quiver, as they Held onto
The lower part of my back,
Touching the Endless buttons of my Dress.
The Shiver in His Spine Rushed through mine.
My hands were Holding onto the back of His neck,
With the Embrace of a Bond Between Two Souls that Cherishes
The Whole Soul we share.
He would bear a Black frock coat,
With a Gray waistcoat underneath.
His head Fell to my shoulder, as mine Fell to His.
Only One Leaf Fell from that Wise Oak Tree,
It was of two Colors, but of One Stem.
Our Interest in the Festival of Death began
The Divine & Sacred Celebration on
This Twilight.
And in the Night we Danced. .
To an Everlasting Melody
That Trembles Within Our Whole Soul.
I Felt Me. .
As You Felt You. .
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