In Dreams We Met, Rumi
Perhaps love is a quiet crimson fire
That burns the soul silently ever deep
The glorious waves that fuel its desire,
is never chastened by its unwanted sleep
As need sought is born from emotion's want
A minutes pause becomes a daily wait
The time of our meeting I must confront
A memory old or a newer fate
In dreams that linger I have met you
A captured wish that dwells in reverence
That blooms with patience when our time is new
and I await your entrance in silence
To see your eyes and find love already known
To touch hearts gentle as their light has shone
contest Contemplation
visual 1 Lovers don't finally meet somewhere
they are in each other all along
5/1/15
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