it is good to see you again.

You have always had beautiful hands. I wanted to touch them, hold them, and kiss them. The rings are different. Silver and on the same fingers for a thousand years

In my mind’s eye, I lovingly reached out, taking your hand in mine, “I wonder what your palms will reveal tonight?” Instead, I watched, intrigued, from across the table as you held a cup of coffee.

I watched your lips as you spoke of abuse and understanding, the death of your friend, and the distance of your sisters, the slightest hint of a brimming tear in your dark, dark eyes, a hidden sadness not unlike my own. I wanted to make love to you simply for the mutual comfort of it. To remind you of who I am.

I am love. I have come to you in many forms. The memories are hidden deep within your heart. A glowing ember, it is there that you will find me.

Ssssh, slow down my friend, my lover, my guardian sentinel, and protector of millennia. Give your suffering heart a rest, you don’t have to relive everything that has happened in a lifetime. I see it all in your eyes and within my own heart, as I always have.

Understand this, your eyes. I’ve met them before. I’ve met them with kindness, compassion, and understanding without judgment or disdain.

My heart fills with all of who you are.

Do remember that time isn’t linear, We’ve walked together through the doors of time, ancient and modern city streets, gardens, and pathways. We’ve shared lives and beds, joy, tears, and death.

We’ve met in dreams, deep dreams, and daydreams. You’ve been the light behind my shadow. I, the softness behind your strength. A friendship beyond time itself.

Sleep well, sleep deeply, my friend.

It is good to see you again.

A reblog- Original published, October 16, 2021