The Fourth Relationship

We touch
Days may pass
Is there time
Or space?
We touch
I know only that
My heart beats
And you are here

Once, when I was young, I dreamt
of love as the water our hearts
sailed upon. As the very air
that filled the sails of our souls.

We talk
And the hard questions
We talk
And our souls are filled
with the tender breezes
Of love

Once, when I was young, I dreamt
of being one with the God-stuff
of the World. And I swam through
it as it caressed me.

We smile
Amazed that we are here
That we choose
To be
We smile
And sometimes we laugh
As the God-stuff
Caresses us

Love, Light, & Laughter -- BobL
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