Two bodies, One soul…
I wish I had shared your company last night
I wish I was waking next to you, running my hand down your face to wake you with a kiss.
I wish we could walk out among the cedar and birch in the pre-dawn light, listen to the winged ones sing their morning song and watch the day come through the clearing in a wave of rainbow colors.
I wish I could find words that conveyed to you the power, the magic I feel in you. Words that do justice to the strength of emotion I feel when I see your name.
I wish I could explain to you without sounding insane, that I can feel the energy, the life force in something as simple as a blade of grass, or in the tiny pebble that’s waited patiently since the birth of the world to tell me a secret.
I wish I could explain to you how I’ve waited for you forever.
I saw a woman’s reflection in a pool below the falls. She was so beautiful. The peace I felt as I looked at her and listened to her caused a single tear to run down my face and fall onto her reflection.
As the ripples my tear created disappeared into eternity her reflection faded. This dream was not in our time but in the days of our ancestors. She said listen for me in the corn fields on the breezes of summer.
“This is not our time,” she said.
“In our time, I will find you.”
With that she faded into the deep turquoise pool of time.
But I do hear her. I see her reflections. I catch glimpses of her in my dreams.
And now, I see you, I hear you! You are her.
We have touched in days gone by when i held the bow and quiver and now you have found me again.
I wish for us, for this to be our time—to bring the magic of our spiritual connections through the ages to the present and physical time of now.
I wish all this I could explain as lay in the cold trenches.
I wish words would come with impact, with an eloquence that resonated a timeless message of love, of honor and of devotion.
Such earthbound words fail to paint an accurate rendition of how I feel about you.
The words of languages are overused and become trivialized, lost and almost meaningless in the careless, casual ways they are used.
I wish you could see my eyes when I look at you.
I wish you could feel my heartbeat when I dream of you.
I wish you could see my soul fly as I remember you—think of you again and again.
If you could, no words would be needed-- you would know.
I wish you to know I was put here for you to own-- I always have and forever will.
I wish the story of us to never reach the final chapter.
All of me without condition, unrealistic expectations or proviso of any kind, will belong to you forever.
Our souls always have and always will be bound.
I WOULD WALK NAKED THROUGH HELL to taste your lips if even for just a fleeting moment.
Whisper whisper my true name again.
DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN WAITING IN VAIN IN THE TRENCHES: