A Silent Memory

wake you on a slow Sunday Morning,
blanket me with that Smokey Mountain high.

the Sun leans in to kiss the Moon,
whispering your name
like a Siren to the Mariner.

Soft Magic pulls me in,
like the tide into a
Skin Melting Soul Merge,
your touch like Silk over Molten.

we rise like a Spring Mist,
after a Summer Monsoon,
near the old Shell Mound where we…
Shifted the Matrix just a little bit.

a ceremony;
fingers tracing your Spirit Map
i swear you’ve walked before
my Sacred Medicine

Slow Motion in the ocean,
tasting that Sweet Moment,
with your Saltwater Muse

your eyes watching Sapphire Melt
into a Sublime Mixture,
Submerged in Memory,
of our Sacred Midnight.

still, Nervous Butterflies,
when the Sunrise Man,
and the Moonlit Siren meet.
Along the Secret Meridian
in a Nostalgic Burn,
awakening me to my…

Soul Mate.