'Lost Time'

Morning waltzes to the music of the fading stars, into her place in a gown of swirled pastels that start with blues and grays to slowly become the brilliant fire of the sun that is the twinkling of her smile.
Upon her appearing below her stir the mortals of this planet as they like her, begin to waltz through their day in rituals of loving, hoping and craving.
Whispered on the breezes are the incantations of Day and as I rise I begin to obey all the facets and rules of her chants, never quite connecting in this my separate life until -

            "Do I know you from somewhere? Why are you rotating in my life's sphere to rituals born
             from the generations of my own gone on before?
             Are you a wizard perhaps who cast a spell on me so I would wander through time endlessly
             just to arrive at this moment at last?"

Ancient words come forward to my thoughts, false comfort is found as I chant them in whispered breath, trying to cast you out of my world, but your powers are strong and seem to flow from my own spirit, yea even from hidden desire for passions unfulfilled.

             "Do I know you from somewhere? Did you place your lips on mine in some ancient sacred kiss
              as I lay dying held fast in a prison of chains fashioned from some Dragon of Strife's scales?
              Your kiss, so tenderly given, being my long dreamed of release?

Whoever you are, I plead on bended knee, for the fulfillment of lost time, lost in soul after soul until once again Day nods her majestic head and this connection is granted to be made. I reach for your hand and you reach for mine, heart finds heart as fingers intertwine, and I rise to be held in your arms content, a feeling of peace long in coming, with much time in its coming spent.

Night begins to draw near and in its velvet cape of shelter I still find your presence around me, astonishment blooms that in the existence of you is the finality of both of our searches.

Sweet wizard cast me not away from thy side as Day does diminish into Night, but teach me all that you know, chant away with that sweet voice of yours and soothe that I may once again fly into the Day, even up into her smile finally, without burning your gift of newborn hope and wings fashioned from purest of loves.

K

for he who knows of whom I write, a soul never met - until we connected in state of trust