~a poem by Bonnee Klein Gilligan

Scottish dream - photo by Light ©2002-2008 Bonnee Klein Gilligan. All rights reserved.

In lifetimes or in dreams we walked

  I know you that is clear.

Drawn by a gentle loving force

  into a place obscure.

But filled with light and sweetness

  and swirling sense abound.

In waking light or dreaming

  the feelings still surround.

A dream of air caressing

  the smell of salt and misty fog

  and sand, and sea and jagged shore.

We walked without a word to speak

  yet whispers filled the air.

Of love, of life, potential filled

  and wonders if we dared.

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