Another Time, Another Place

a Poem by Raquel Swann

We could have met years ago,

when the fruit from our trees

were ripe, ready for harvest.

A place where rainbows sprout

Over the horizon before a storm.

This everlasting Winter in my heart,

Feels the warmth of spring.

As I slip into a daydream,

Six degrees of separation becomes,

Five, four, three, two, one.

Within my trance,

I feel your hand rub my chest,

Pure silk wrapped around my body.

I gaze into your eyes,

And see far beyond the green meadows,

Adorned with flowers of every hue.

Your embrace feels as if

I’m laying upon a cloud.

On the other side of the universe,

Life calls me back,

And I retreat swiftly,

Wondering if this was

Another time, another place,

I could be me,

You would still see through me,

And nothing else would matter.

A tear forms at my eye,

I weep.

For my dreams to come true.