Was it on the moon bathed sands
or under the weeping willow’s wings
on sheets of thousand count bliss
or in a dream, another time?

I have beheld the beauty of you
followed the pathways to your soul
gazed softly into your eyes
and shared countless tales without a word
of the earth, the sky, the animals within
we have spoken in the cries of the wolf
and heard the longings of the soul
we have spoken in the thunder of the storm
and manifest the desires of the heart
to feel
to live
to be refreshed in your crystal rivers
my spirit ascends into your endless skies
and gently rains down upon the dreamers
eyes full with the glowing moon
blend with the tears of broken hearts
penetrate deep into the aching flesh
mingle in the blood
the rivers of our intent and dreams
flow to the source
where all is made real

Was it a yesterday
or some tomorrow yet to come
I saw on moist, emerald hills
the imprints of you and I?

 David S. Bell 2005