Deja vu

I was born for you.
Born at the dawn of time.
Do you remember?
We have known a thousand names.
We have loved a thousand times.
The universe was created around us.
You are the center.
Millennia, epochs and eras’
all were made for us.
We used to sit and dangle our
feet in them and laugh as the
currents of time raced by.
We existed only for each other.
Set on a course conceived
at the creation of the universe.
Inseparable. One.
Heaven shook at our kiss.
Angels swooned at our passion.
We gave birth to lightening
when we touched.
But we loved too fiercely and so
were consigned to time to wander.
Separate.
Alone.
Always searching.
Always yearning.
Destined to live our first love
over and over again.
But only when we meet.
Jealous gods.
So, down the dimly lit
corridors of time I wandered.
Searching through
the dust of ages.
Walled in by the cold stones
of loneliness, I searched.
The echos of your footsteps
dying in the distance
like a lovers promise.
Always just one day, one year,
one lifetime ahead of me.
But you never forgot me.
I lived on in your memory.
No illusions these, but
memories of our past.
It is my voice you heard
when you were all alone.
It was my face you glimpsed
when you turned around
too quickly in a crowd.
I am the one you see in dreams.
And so I wait, wait with
pounding heart the
coming of the night.
Waiting to come back to you,
back to your dreams.
I cross the void as easily
as you cross a room.
I build a boat of dreams
and sail my tears to you.
I can be with you always,
in your dreams.
But only for you.
On quiet nights I could hear
your heart beat, leading me
closer and closer, like a
beacon in the night.
I could hear you calling.
Calling out to me.
I could not answer.
Though I called out to you,
you never heard me.
All you heard was the
pounding of my heart.
Pounding, aching, throbbing.
Sobbing.
There was a rift in time that
conspired against us.
I curse the fates that brought
me to this sorry state.
Alone.
You are the heart cut out of me.
My memory of you is
not some vague recollection.
It is a shrine at which I worship you.
I still taste your sweet lips and
smell the woman smell of you.
Your touch still burns like fire.
When you smile my heart skips a beat.
We share one destiny.
One heart.
Storms are black to remind you
of my heart without you.
Lightning flashes to remind you
of our promise.
Thunder roars to remind you
of my agony without you.
And flowers bloom, delicate and sweet,
to remind me of you.
As each spring brings new life,
each life brings new hope.
And I have found you again at last.
Bittersweet victory.
Your smile never changes.
It is the fingerprint of your soul.
We have been so close before.
And won.
We have been so close before.
And lost.
I know all too well the conditions
of this cursed state.
So, until the time is right my heart,
I shall send the sun
and the wind to be my proxies.
When you feel the sun hot upon your cheek,
that will be my breath as I steal a kiss.
And when you feel the wind in your hair,
that will be my caress as I plumb
the shimmering depths of your eyes.