Lovers' Reunion

She is alone.
Her voice goes unheard.
She lives within a mystery
of forests and flowers
beyond our abilities to see.

I see her in my dreams,
fleeting glimpses
that tantalize
then fade away,
leaving only longing
in my soul.

I know she waits for me there
when my time comes
and we will dance the dance
of lovers again
our voices rising together
at our rejoining.

Jim Morgan--August 17, 2013