before we met,
the years prior to our lasting bond.
those moments back then.
I lasted in a loneliness that my soul
searched for a release from.

those days, I,
missed you.
I, knew you were near.
I, longed to be aware of your presence.
that essence you emit.
transmit into my mind.

I wandered aimless,
seeking that scent.
prepared to miss it this trip.
realizing the connections were easily
stripped. scorned, disconnected.
those moments were mostly spent within.

then,
I begin to hear your steps.
closer they get. leaving signs of treasure.
tickles of pleasure layers deeper than
previously known.
touching places not yet seen.
not felt. more traction still left,
only lightly trekked by self.

though, those steps,
they picked up in intense.
they hurried up.
I could hear the urgency,
the call was loud.
it called me loudly and I
startled. I anchored down deep,
released new sensory abilities
and heard your sound.
the magic you sing,
in perfect melody with the birds
and the wind gliding through the leaves.

you sing these tales to me,
freedom songs of moments passed.
of past lives that I outstretched.
ones I walked. ones of last time.
reminders of the ways of last time.
or the time before.
combining for this push forward.

the energy has been resting in the sling,
the whipping curl of the string,
as it arches back to push things forward.

it stings a bit, and you make sense.
I hear you.
the love notes are carried through the tree
network, your personal amp.
the ones that chant you true.
they reveal your passion.
your desire for new moments.
as you continue to push through
I submit, I give for contraction to do
what it is intended to do.
I open with each wave,
my legs shake.
you come through.

I at your feet.
preparing to nourish you.
nurture you.
receive the light of life,
I do.