the meadow

you can go
to the meadow
whenever you want
i’m always there.

you can move together with me
feeling our breeze
sharing the same space
that created us
from one heart to another.

i can feel you touching my face now
as you float to me in a mist
reaching the same space
our mystery…
our meadow…

© r.e.l. 2/10/09

photo by Michele Kamenar

posted for Poetry Potluck 5/8-5/14/11 on Jingle Poetry