Mists and Visions

I had seen you before,
long,long ago,
In mists and visions.

I felt longing for you,
and was bewildered,
because you had no name.

I felt your touch as whispers,
drifting from a dream,
rising within my heart.

In the abscence of you,
I knew you were my desire,
finding you by my heart's voice.

I felt you searching for me as well,
hearing you call me without a name,
From a place without time or age,
you heard my heart and came.

In moments of joy or happiness,
I was also shedding inner tears,
as you were not there beside me yet.
But we heard each other's soul.

Light poured into my being,
as kisses poured onto my lips.
You did not become mere reality,
but a dream revealed from mists and visions.


by Kimarie Manhart-Freeman