A Once Foreign Shore

It was the dance of love.

Two whole beings broken open in sweet surrender and merged in a dance of embodied fervor; passion resonating wildly through every fiber of one's spirit.

It was soul deep connection; a recognizing through endless layers of time that settled itself upon new bones.

It was a temple of holy worship.

Upon the lovers altar offerings of devotion were given freely, names becoming sacred prayer as they are whispered into the fading twilight.

The canvas of the body cherished deeply with brushes of love and tenderness covering it.

There was no separation here only the crashing of waves upon a once foreign shore.

I want to be where that exists, breathing life into bone dry tinder and setting the world aflame.

Alas, I think I can hear it.

Listening deeply through the vast and endless expanse of stars I follow the beating of my heart to this familiar unknown.

I can feel something reaching though time it's fingers brushing the ages of loneliness and longing from my skin and tracing the endless ache of my spirit.

I can hear the echo of a life not yet lived calling me from a distant landscape the truth of it's existence etched upon these veins. Wordlessly that muse sings to me and soothes me even on the darkest nights.

I can feel the yearning in my soul believing in the beacon that lies somewhere beyond the skies edge.

It shines steadfast in the darkness a fire burning brightly through every storm and tempest.

Like a compass unwavering in it's certainty to guide my way to a shore not yet reached;

Back once more to the arms of a home this soul has always known.

~ Are you ready for connected, healthy soul unions? ~

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