Shaken And Weak

I couldn’t help but wonder where you came from.
One day through sheer luck and the random timing of events and circumstances, there you were.
Impossible not to be noticed yet just moments before and a past lifetime to that point, unknown.
How could you have escaped notice for all that time?
Suddenly shaking up a world with your beauty and manner.
The brightest light, the clearest voice.
A presence persisting where all others faded.
Your varying shades of complete beauty intensifying with each passing moment in time.
Left behind, waves of reference points defining near perfection
Fortifying the truth from sudden perceived myths ablaze.
Were you always there?
Were others aware?
Was your abundant grace and humility revealed?
There’s something known and familiar
Maybe a dozen generations ago
If one believes in such things.
A shared touch and a frozen moment together
Or was it just the occasional random dream?
Called forth and into existence by a waning heart
Leaving pains of desire with each waking eternally fading ending
A futile search until revealed again in your own timing
Strengthening the myth, confirming possibilities ahead
Each unforeseen appearance leaving me shaken and weak
But alive!

February/March/April 2015