Rich and luxurious words echo through my being before I am even aware of them.
Gazing at the one I have only just met but know so well,
as if eons ago were yesterday.
The words rise to the surface of my consciousness
Spilling over and over
they become loud crystal clear bells
Ringing in my mind-
”I Love You. I Love You. I Love You.”
We haven’t even made love-
and yet they sing as if they had been echoing there forever,
but only now in Our presence rise to the surface,
ringing in clear, audible and undeniably tones-
“I Love You. I Know You. I Love You. I Know You.
Here we are together again at last, at long last.”
They sing over time
until life’s circumstances make them again
below cries of anguish.
Cries of anguish and clouds of protection
make their voices so low,
as to not be tempted by them,
“i love you. i love you. i love you.”
Until I can only feel that they are there-
I cannot hear the distinctive song
That rose to the surface so clearly in the powerful presence of Our togetherness.
Muddled by time and space,
uncertainties, and projections,
by life’s unclear trajectories,
and false fears.
False fears that lead you away from the ones that you love
And claim in no uncertain terms that this loving will be your downfall-
this person will hold you back,
this situation will take you away from the freedom you crave…
Until all I can hear is the whisper left in my own heartbeat
The one that resides with each thump
reminding me only
of the loud certainty that
those words were true.