I’ve been drifting in a clearing at night. Alone
once more; the music of this place sings sweet memories.
I listen to the spill and tumble of the water nearby.
In quiet reflection, I can still hear laughter.

Pieces of our own music come back to me
as remembered kisses on the sand -
an embrace; the lightest touch amidst the trees
a tease and the chase; the mystical haze - lifted.

Awakening to delicate remnants of its touch
evaporating too soon to recapture.
Was it there? The sense of it; the caress?
By some connection; is it with me, even now?

In the sharp sunlight of morning,
summer sheers flutter at the window –
and I am filled with it once more.
The scent of sun on skin, sand in my toes...

I hold out my hand to the finger of sunlight.
From no-where, a fairy puff lands on my palm.
In my morning shower, a tendril of grass.
In the kitchen sink, a sliver of lime.

Is it that place, or the Spirit, calling me back?
Have you journeyed, too, as freely as I,
to breathe in tender sweetness,
to listen to the laughter once shared?

No. Perhaps not; my shadow of doubt, alive.
But the flame burns again, and as much as I try,
I cannot close the door, nor ignore the call of its
enchanting charms or the heartfelt touch that beckons me

In dreams...

Lin Cava©