A Heart’s Calling.
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By Tracy Williams.
New lover, I will not ask much of you.
Maybe for your arms
to hold me through nights,
when my love can no longer hold itself inside.
In mornings
when only your lips
will do to kiss my fears away.
Let us borrow an ounce
of self-awareness for a small time.
Perhaps, so we can measure
the fine lines and freckles
of our new found love.
You, this, us, we…
Ah, and what is this?
This here, look what I have found!
Why, our love affair
has been, for eons before
this plane of existence
became a perception of our senses.
Renewed cells,
originating from the same fiber,
in what was some reach of the universe.
Even if light years away,
I would travel all the molecular skies again.
But only, and honestly,
if it could lead us to this very moment.
You smile and I know.
My heart pounds with anticipation.
My breath trembles,
I must breathe a language
only my atoms remember.
Soft quivers singing
lullabies to my heart.
Be still for a moment.
I listen closely.
I hear your heart beat
above all the background noise.
A song I have longed to hear for centuries.
Oh, do you remember
when you were he and I was she,
how we waltzed
across the ballroom floor!
That time when you were sad,
I talked you down and we loved ever more.
Or when you were her and I was him,
a princess I did woo.
It’s all the same and now again
here we are with smiles upon our faces.
A memory of what was, imprinted in our ever after.
Assured at our first interaction.
It was the truth of the galaxies
that has led us here.
Endless hours spent in conversation,
catching up on decades apart.
Laughing as lovers before.
I’ve loved you forever is all I know.
The delicate balance between
the sun and the moon
is the same song and dance
we play between sheets.
When love has no words left
to describe itself
my empty paper folds up
and flies away.
Two hearts racing together.
Flowing, beating, a rhythmic drum
that my ancestors ingrained deep inside.
Calling out to me.
Boom ba boom boom.
Boom ba boom boom.
Boom ba boom boom.
Beats as smooth
as the sailings of paper planes
our wordless love
has cast its spell upon,
gliding in the breezes we made in loves hast.
I hurry to love you
but only because I’ve missed you so.
How my heart has ached for you.
How my fingers
have longed to trace
the outline of your face.
To know what makes you laugh.
To know what comforts
your traveling heart.
What was old is new again.
Seeing the same
familiarity in your eyes.
Something I once knew
but couldn’t seem to remember.
This may be our last journey.
Our last dance as lovers,
our last chance at holding each other tight
on beaches under stars.
We have met in this way,
at this time,
at this place.
For maybe no other reason
than to give some of what we couldn’t
in lifetimes before.
When we part,
sweet romantic lover,
when we are dried up and gone.
When we are ash and dust,
I will find you again.
I will go back to the beginning
and grow my soul right next to yours.
Somewhere inside we know
the sound of a hearts calling,
even if found with continents
between us and in improbable circumstances.
We will find a way,
the best way,
the worst way,
perhaps the only way,
to answer true love
like we have so many times before.
I’ve loved you forever is all I know.
*****
Tracy Williams is a hairstylist and mom by day, and inner heart journalist by night, searching in every way for all she is ever destined to be. Connect with her on Facebook and visit her at Brain Food for glimpses of her daily brain food.
{Let Yourself Be}
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