Poetry of Issue #7        Page 49

I knew you already
Unfinished portrait of gold and blue
I depicted in a time not marked with calendars
Inner moments, experience initiated or revisited in the mind
Time that shortens and expands in the imagination, as if a horse with a magical horn
Could gallop the mountains and woods of the young soul, and the ancient soul
Simultaneously
Daydreaming images that occur to me when I travel in trains
Flashes of past, present, future lives moving through the window, they
Go years, decades, centuries back and forth
Subjective time, nurtured of sacred prayers, fervent desires.
Like a pale star fading in the dark

I had no longer faith
Those visions would materialize
Beyond unspoken legends buried in the land of
Purity.
The portrait created in my thought
Became real,
Magician instilling Moon powder
To the pale star in love with you, the Sun.
The Kiss revived old grace
What a paradox day to day epiphanies
Often awaken discreetly
As subtle, soundless explosions
Of white mild waves approaching the shore
Conquering with mercy a dormant reign, the Forgotten
Memories of other lives that now converge in space and time
Your eyes, your voice, your words
Especially your heart