Her spirit floats above the ground
Whispering in his ear
He hasn’t lost what he had found
It’s just that he can’t hear

But every night inside his dreams
They have a rendezvous
The veil’s pulled back, there is no screen
And they travel toward the Throne Room

It’s many, many timelines away
She tells him it’s millions of miles
But the only reality for him right then
Is her dazzlingly pure white smile

Her hair is blown in wilderness waves
And it smells like tuberose
Her gown’s aglow with glittering light
And he wonders what all that she Knows

Then in a flash they both arrive
And a man is standing there
Intuitively they bow their heads
As they breathe in the rarefied air

The man reaches out to take their hands
And the three of them now are One
Oh rapture, and bliss, and ecstasy then
As together their energies hummed!

And Philip knew that he was Love
And only Love was Truth
On Earth he’d sensed it in his heart
But humans sometimes need proof

And all his thoughts were not his own
But practically downloaded there
Where wisdom lives in omniscient zones
While our souls are naked and bare

Then after a while it was time to go
Back into material form
So she cradled his face now full of woe
And his mouth with kisses adorned

Back through the veil that she closed this time
And leaving a faint small crack
And whispering into his ear again
“Tomorrow my sweet, I’ll be back.”

Written by Sara Fielder © Sept 2012