I was enchanted by what I visioned in my dream,
I was awed by who visited me in my dream,
It looked like I took rebirth in my dream,
I remembered my old life...
...that I spent in that garden afore,
I recalled your love in memory...
...when you blew of your cool breath in me,
Since memories echo in us...
...'what we were' and 'what we are',
I passed by the luxuriant garden of Eden,
Under a foothill...
...where I used to sit and look up at you,
Near the forbidden tree...
...where Eve and I chatted and merried,
I remembered the language of speech...
...in which we talked to each other...
...eye on eye we talked in the language of love,
Our language of communication...
...has not changed over time...
...There is no yesterday, today, or tomorrow,
All time collected to be your 'Day Of Power'.
Mykoul
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