The Meeting

The Meeting

A song sings out through the summer air;
The breeze calls your name.
The lilting breath of one so fair;
The dream that I offer her the same.

The crackling wood of an open fire;
The flames call out your name.
The heat of the pyre dwarfed by her desire;
The dream that I offer her the same

The rippling of the wayward stream;
The waves call out your name.
A thirst been quenched much deeper than it seemed;
Lo' I dream of me to her...the same.

A calming stillness I now find;
The silence calls your name;
The quiet soothes...there found a bind;
Again I dreamt for her the same.

Our souls have now met, though miles apart;
My heart calls out your name.
The meeting of you...my body jumps with a start;
Knowing at last that you and I have dreamt the same.