However beautiful,

No pebble on the beach.

You were my touchstone.

And yes,

I have now smelt the perfume of the Gods.

If only for precious moments

Opened the gilded door

And walked through.

Set foot on hallowed ground,

Taken refuge where my soul longed to be,

In the sunlit meadow of my dreams.

Bathed in love and light,

Healed and nourished,

Elevated by experiences of wonder.

It was the miracle of how the needs,

The spiritual hunger

Of two separate physical beings,

Two fractured souls,

Could fit together so perfectly,

Like long lost pieces of some ancient code

That, once re-united, yielded up energies,

Ecstasies and insights beyond our imagining.

That was the key.

And far beyond any love affair

With its own predictable half-life

Of intensity, its cycle of emotion.

Instead a permanent path

That, once illuminated,

Goes ever onward – a way home…


© Scott Hastie 2012. All rights reserved.

2 thoughts on “Untitled

  1. Robyn Lee says:

    I am in really in awe of your poetry Scott – this is beautiful.

  2. I was blessed to live the moment – the poetry came easy after that…

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