That magic touch,
Remembered in pre-dawn darkness is
Treasured for the gift it was,
The memory it is, and the love it will forever hold.
It is odd how the sound of a train whistle, the barking of a fox,
Or the clanking of trash cans on the street corner can take me there again.
Sounds and actions so totally distinct, one from the other,
Yet completely connected in my heart.
The pre-dawn memory grows lovelier in the distance
Until the distance is gone and the
Memory becomes the reality.
Time erases the distance and the anger until the space between us
Becomes filled with positive emotions and non duality.
There ceases to be a me and other, a man and woman
A lover and a beloved as all entities and emotions mix together in the space of a second,
In a dimension of sound and light and fuse into
One, the eternal, the transcendent, with truth at the center of its being.
And in this centered focus, once again, together, we experience the magic of the memory in peace.