She's dreaming awake.
And awakening within the dream.
He's prowling around the edges ~
predator and protector.
The grounds where they meet
are lush and blushing with the heat of
Sacred Longing. Sacred Anger.
A clashing ensues that gives
way to rhythmic release
of the private pain he and she shared
when they believed the story
that they were...
They breathe of each other, the other, the same.
The One: Beloved.
And like brittle words whispered on a fervent wind
the old story crumbles to dust.
Only a prayer remains:
May they be wild and free ~ She and He.