The curtains on my window softly part
as, gently, wafts a breeze that calls to me;
an augury of a journey made each night.
My spirit soars on slumber's lustrous flight
to follow trails of soul-brailled memory...
perchance to find a homestead for my heart.
Within a secret journal, buried deep,
whispers a treasured time revived in sleep.
A dream, an achromatic pastoral view
bathed soft in light, sparked recognition of
a place unknown, yet so familiar too...
as if, from far before this life, I knew
the rhythmic cadence of exquisite love;
its heartbeat clearing pathways home... to you.
© Ravenne