Desert Flower Soul
How is it that I know your eyes?
That I understand
the language
of your spirit?
Yet
We are discovering each other
in this moment
for the first time.
Within how many lifetimes
have we met?
What is the number counted
for how often
our hands
have reached to dance?
Hands of strangers
upon first meeting
however known
across the expanse
of incarnations – once touched.
Lips that speak
of silent forever’s
adrift together
among the seasons.
A knowing
beyond names ever spoken
save the two that reside
in each others hearts.
You are the desert flower
I am the rain
fallen
upon scorched ground
in search of yearning pedals
that I may be
consumed.
~
It is the rain
that drinks of the flower
absorbed
in its radiant beauty.
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