old friends

You are

pulling me into a bear hug.

My whole being is

wrapped in this familiar embrace.

I think of your personality,

a crafted mosaic

meticulous in your extravagance.

It's uncanny how you slip me

glimpses of past lives.

I can see you.

The lady in red I’ve never met.

A fox bounding through marshlands.

You and I were spun like

vines climbing over an old oak -

chimes and air.

I feel as if we once shared a soul

inhabiting the same mind until

lightning struck,

half growing into the earth

while half drifted on the wind.

Watching you take the form of water,

carving through mountains and

flowering.

I had to settle back in the grass

and listen

to the sound of your heart.