Reunion

The man who has stolen my heart
Through centuries of darkness and light,
Stands before me now in perfect vision
Just as I was giving up the fight.

His eyes are bold and a wise steel blue;
His hair is of the darkest raven;
Stature in perfect compliment of my own;
Brilliantly smiling and clean shaven!

Locked in the recognition of mates;
The world seems suspended in time;
All around notice the explosion;
Hearts that were so hard to find.

So long had we waited painfully
In search of our missing piece;
Past travels mean nothing now.
The search, now, will finally cease.


Copyright Beth Layne 1996