Her fears stormed thunderously through the heart and being
of her vulnerable spirit.
Torrential tears reigned heavily for one night and a day.
Nearly drowning in the depths of her despair,
instead was baptized in the cathartic chaos
and was born again from the ashes
borne from the fires of her personal hell.
And so it was, that she began the new day
– naked and raw –
shivering in the morning light that warmed her
slowly and surely.
Waking her softly with tender kisses,
her spirit lover came
Reminding her that she remains the same
– and had always been the warrior –
only now she was awake and aware of the truth
that the nature of her being is the dream warrior.
In comforting her that morn,
in the mists between the Dreamtime and awake,
her beautiful lover reminded her also,
that their love will always be so,
like the rising and setting sun,
beginning each day the same way.
Tho not always present,
– a promise is a promise –
and the lover
remains the dream warrior’s heart and soul.
for they are One.
From the Archives (Rev. 11/12/2017)