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.