Dreaming the Dream

 

 I’ve walked about
until I dreamed this dream
in the crystalline perfection of a snowflake,
and I
found You in the winter of myself,
gazing into Your eyes
a deep well of infinity
I remembered, we have been here
before
and we will come again.

 

Your tongue will touch my heart with
words that slice through the skin of
separation and I will fall in love with You
again and again
as if we strangers
from another world, casting
an anchor to the seven seas of breath.

 

 

Anna Ruiz