~Bridge Across Tiime

~Bridge Across Tiime

A Poem by Katherine Wyatt



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 I saw your face
 in the mirror of my mind's eyes
even as a young girl I could trace
your features with my fingertips bold with grace
We played together in my dreams
Danced naked and free in wild forests
Swam and played by clear running  streams
Unencumbered access the youth has to its soul
We shared secrets next to open fires and you told
me about your life on the other side
Living somewhere outside to my space and time
Yet we built a bridge from your world to mine
We created wild child fantasies
Of one nature we were and running free
The bridge of love we built transcended what we could not see
Time like heat thunder rolled on
I felt your presence knew its essence
Touched you in the open portals of adolescence
Your spirit looked through a thousand pair of eyes
I felt  shadows of your soul within my mind
But with age comes forgetfulness
And I mistook other lovers who echoed in some sense
 pieces and parts  of your essence
But despite connections that seemed to almost fit
Each one held a trace of your light yet was counterfeit
The vision of you changes with the passing of my ages
Mirroring the wrinkles and lines of my own countenance and phases
Gages that time is passing by and you are still here
Your ghost whispering for our return to unity in my ear
and you have grown with me through the years
Despite the fact our two worlds do not yet meet
Different planes cannot defeat
The connectivity of twin flame's  heat
And you are, at times,  a distant echo as I grow older
Yet the violet flame, still hot, never grows colder
The vision is still clear and I can still trace
With yearning fingertips, the outline of your face
No matter where I am or what I do
Time will surrender and ...I will find you....

© 2010 Katherine Wyatt


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Katherine Wyatt
Katherine Wyatt

New Orleans and Metairie, LA



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I am the song the trees whisper in the wind. I am the strength of the mighty mountains. I am the song of the birds in the morn. I am always being reborn. I am a traveler in and out of space and time... more..

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