Stepping out of time, it seemed,
The scene I saw was one I dreamed,
Or else some sacred, hidden key
Released a treasured memory.
Your voice, your hair, your eyes, awoke
Me from a troubled sleep and spoke
To me in words I could not hear,
But felt inside. I drew you near.
For in a distant time, I know,
You and I have shared one love. So
tightly held, my heart cries out:
Recalling you. Dispelling doubt.
Nomad Omnia
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-day-12/
