Do you remember the first time we met for the first time?
I have never forgotten.
It was so many lifetimes ago, centuries before we met in this world once more. Somehow I still remember that first time, that first place. That rocky mountainside, those wretched fields plowed, those inescapable eyes.
Ever since that time I have carried you within, on each and every return.
Etched in atoms
Scorched in soul
Infused in scarlet
Drawn in breath.
In each lifetime with and without you, it was only you that ever mattered;
then and now.
And when I depart this one for the next, I’ll carry you with me yet again. Until we meet once more, in this continuous playful faire;