…I dreamt I saw you in the water,
And met you in the wood,
Maybe it wasn’t a dream?
Tasting your breath in the salty air,
Your timeless touch,
Carried by the wind,
Tossing my hair.
Crossing the threshold of fantasy…
Close enough to brush away the tears
From my eyes. I dance in
Your sun and let
Your river run through me.
Hands, heart, eyes raised in awe-filled wonder,
Swept up by Your grace.
-Gilda Patricia
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