 The soft smoke from the patchouly stick swirls arond me, I see it in the mirror The ghost of smoke. I close my eyes and the fragrance takes me back To mystical places of lives past. I open my eyes and look at my reflection in the mirror The green of my eyes has deepened and in them I see a light It is the light from loves long gone Simmering within me still The smoke now dances in the candle light to the music in my head Hands reach for my shoulders and gently turn me There before me in his golden light, Is the soul that gives meaning to my world He holds out his hand and i grasp it, Feeling our energies blend; Knowing today is the day The day of our Handfasting When we will at last unite. October 10, 2000
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