I had not told you of this, not yet, Until now, when it returns clearly, Within the timelessness of interior life. A month to the day and the memory, Abides in its own identity, being itself.
Into this now familiar unboundedness Came a new and exquisite presence, A force field tenderly embracing me - Just along the edges of my seated form. Unmistakably you. A quiet certainty. How could I know? But I knew. As it dissolved, a light of the palest green, Took its place, glowing a blessing.
Breathing became the intake of bliss made into the finest substance, and I was renewed, visited, complete.