Yes, I Was There
The lightest of touches,
Splashing into my dream,
water, rushing in its courses
call me to wake.

Birdsong,
sounds above the breeze;
the soft down hair upon my arms
feel the movement, as the leaves.
Warmth of sun upon my face
the scent of such a verdant place
though one scent more,
not in the words,
but there between the lines.
A tinge of musk, a warmth
just over my shoulder,
I sense your eyes, upon my hair
and fingertips,
yes, I was there.  
The call was clear,
the place was true and strong
and underneath the surface
I felt the love of place, belong.

Lin Cava©

For someone unforgettable.