In my next life free of strife before you I'll appear to be, a Junebug, so full of life,
That on the street you'll stop and see me: spotted, settling momentarily, then hovering off to places unknown,
As your restles eyes try to follow my course, and then open more widely to your own.
Life seems to ebb in the midst of its flow, a secret for like hearts to know,
But through the mind's eye all is haze, while spirit's emotion breaks through the maze,
Two people, through strange circumstance in time, still drink life together, a fine, rich wine.
Time is irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, when other dimensions are as rippling rings.
I have forever dreamed of a coming together, wordless mingling with something fantastic and real!
The Junebug whirring up into the vast starriness of night...
The first Firefly seen since childhood flashing on and off...
Racoons chittering in the still-night air...
The silhouetted leaves in the windy trees at dusk...
Waves crashing aginst the rocks far below...
The smell of salt on the sea...
In one's eternal imagination, a tenderness never dies, through time that flies.
Leave me not is all I ask,
As life and love gives us meaning,
This is a magical gleaning,
For, as two strange souls touch,
True Life is to be lived as much.
Helene.
April 20, 2012