~a poem by Bonnee Klein Gilligan
In lifetimes or in dreams we walked
I know you that is clear.
Drawn by a gentle loving force
into a place obscure.
But filled with light and sweetness
and swirling sense abound.
In waking light or dreaming
the feelings still surround.
A dream of air caressing
the smell of salt and misty fog
and sand, and sea and jagged shore.
We walked without a word to speak
yet whispers filled the air.
Of love, of life, potential filled
and wonders if we dared.
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