Yes I suppose

                   you do owe me a dance

here at the end of this long empty highway

What might it be to stand face to face, palm to palm, lips and heart seeing eye to eye?

 

You calling out to me, even in silence

                                                        it is a sharp call

                                                                           demands answer

 

Mountain air hidden high in the desert 

                                                   whispered your name

                                                         which lit up the path in front of me

Blindingly bright; I could take no other path, all else darker than black I could see only one lit up way

                                                 Scripture portends what is already written in blood

choice lies within acceptance of that which has been pre ordained,

         such that the fly trapped in that cup has gone silent and probably becomes food for the next cycle

 

 

When I swung around the corner

                                   and breathed in the air which had just come from your sacred exhalation

 

I knew

suddenly

why i am

 

I had to gently shake my head to clear to respond to your whisper, did you see?

             for I was overcome

                                               with knowing. When you spoke. So gently.

 

 

ahhhh there he is ahhhhh oh yes i remember now of course this is

 

 

Neverending truth needs not permission from me

                                                          and knows i would never try to take that which belongs elsewhere

 

Your roots call for soil and mine is rich with traveled nutrients and ripe with bursting eager pre growth

          Your wings call for an anchor so the WestWind can come a calling fiercely with no trepidation

Your voice

                 it calls for me, to me, in me, dances piercingly in my heart, awakens deeply within me

                                   

                                             do you not hear, love?

                                         Do you not hear yourself?