~ by Benjamin David Smith
I see her.
I see her everywhere.
I see her everywhere, and I am the only one.
Only I can see her,
Only I can feel her,
She is my love,
And she is mine and mine alone.
She knows me.
She knew who I was before we met.
We met in a dream:
No words were spoken,
(There was no need)
No actions were taken,
(There was no time)
But we met.
Her eyes are the light and the dark;
They shine, and yet
They absorb all light.
They are blue like the ocean,
And blue like the sky,
They are so penetrating,
But I find them compelling.
Her hair is dark,
Darker than night,
So dark that
It is darker even than the absence of all light.
She is so real;
I can feel her,
And yet I cannot.
I can kiss her,
And hold her close to me,
And yet I cannot.
When I do,
There is no physical contact,
And yet it feels the same,
The feeling stays with me,
Forever, like a taste so sweet,
So intoxicating you can’t lose it.
It is a feeling that stays with you
Like the way love stays with you.
You feel it,
And as long as you remember it,
You will feel it always.
She knew me before we met;
She has watched me,
Stayed with me always.
She is older than me,
Yet not by far, I know.
She has taught me.
She has taught me how to think,
How to feel.
How to feel all that is,
And is not.
She taught me how to love,
What it is.
All this and more,
Without words.
She comforts me
When I am down,
Pulls me up
When I fall,
Inspires me
When I am uninspired.
She shares my pain,
And I, hers.
Our love is like light:
Intangible,
But strong and true;
Impossible,
But it is there.
We don’t know why we are,
We cannot understand it,
But like all in life,
And in life itself,
We accept it.
I feel her in the wind,
Hear her in the sea,
See her in my spirit,
And feel her in my heart.
She is love itself,
And we have lived,
Hand in hand through the ages,
Lived many lives,
Seen many souls,
And we have found each other,
Always.
We met in a dream,
And like all dreams,
It came from the heart.
Some are born of fear,
Some of desire,
Some of confusion,
But this one was born of love.
Her dress was blue,
Deep and dark,
Like that of her eyes
(And the ocean).
It was long:
It glided across the floor.
She seemed airy,
Unearthly, like an angel,
Yet she isn’t.
She appeared,
And a breeze blew over me,
Yet I felt no chill.
Her aura was warm,
Yet I felt no heat.
A look of her eyes told all,
But not enough:
‘We have not long,
So ask no questions.
Our love is eternal.
I have loved you
Since I knew you,
And I have known you always.’
‘You feel it too, I know.
You love me,
But don’t know why.
You know me,
But have never seen me before,
And yet you feel you have.
You wonder if maybe,
In ages past,
We walked together,
And were in love together.
You are right,
You know you are,
But you feel something is wrong.
You want to know
Why we are not together,
And I tell you now:
‘Your answers will come,
We will be together.’
We met in a dream,
My love and I.
She sang to me,
Not with words,
Not with sounds,
But with her heart.
She sang,
And I heard her,
Not with my ears,
But with my heart.
She is my love,
She is mine only,
And we met in a dream.