No pebble on the beach.
You were my touchstone.
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.