Minds Gesture

Ah, sweet fragrance of nectar riding upon tides of air reminding me of what has been and what will yet be. I remember her, as it were, as if it were yesterday. Our eyes met and caught each-others glance. Was it per chance because of the dream, dreamt before the foundation, which carried promise of hearts fulfillment? Each time I gazed, caught in a moment where the windows to the soul revealed something that kissed, caressed and comforted. Without tardy completion, envisioned against me was her suppleness. I dance in awe for the minds' gesture.