Daniella

Let there be no doubt this moment would take lifetimes to reach.
Generations of decisions
The random, irrational, stuttering steps of two pasts.
Every isolated action causing effect for each breathing moment.
How could it be for I to become we, relevant simultaneously?
How could past loves be ecstatically entered,
for repeated disappointment to reign?
How could you and I even sense a reflective pool of eternal love may
ever exist,
As each unconnected cascading droplet fell from our human rocks?

I closed my eyes, a vision of what it could be, yet never able to
feel the shape of you.
Did I dream pretty face first, a snuggling embrace, ever fragrant of
your caring grace?
I chased rainbows, scattering ideals yet never completing jigsaws,
Perpetual motioning between others, endings forced with umpteen upsets.
Alluring portals turning into mazes filled with distractions,
to stop abruptly again, crushed, not knowing love.

How could I know I was being designed extraordinarily magic for you?
How could I know that a collage of your visions would fashion me as
your magician?

I yearned for your caressing touch, our skin to be one,
A kiss of bliss.
Yet your ways not mine, were shaking your self, away from your own blindness.
Weaving epic night dreams, woman energy touching too yourself.
I would wake and you weren't there, except to linger for seconds on my pillow.
I was empty, not to know you any way, and who knew then our destiny.
A destiny that would have spat me out if you knew how until of
course we met.
How could you have not? Twinned cauldrons not yet refined.

Daniella, I needed confusion in my name to be my tartan Gayle prince
and gayly confused.
I needed to expose my inner Jekyll whilst seeking my Dr. Hyde,
I needed to play Robin Hood then, carrying shameful millstones, a
far away Crusader.
I had to be an explorer, the learner, a rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Mindful as Gods gift to someone, yet frustrated as the devil's judge.
I needed to chase all my dreams and find those rainbows in countless pieces.
I needed to have entered the furnace and be thrown out and then to jump in again,
believing my next rainbow could hold treasure at its end!
I needed to fall, fail and then fall forward again.
I needed my Arabella to choose me before my Daniella,
As well as my tartan prince James and my Sahana patience.

Whoever I was to be for you needed each solitary step to choreograph
itself to you,
Every fall a fall nearer you, every day to bring your beckoning lantern closer.
And how could I know that in the middle of the road of our lives we would collide,
Beautiful you, who had your exact journey chartered yet not revealed,
a mortal breath fragile hidden in divine strength through history suffocating herstory,
Framed as a child unable to play, yet being given time to become you naturally.
Fashioning petals revealing sheer woman being readied to reveal your legacy role.
A mind being released from the deception of past sabotage and nailed hearts.
Blossoming with spectacular sons and as an angel to this generation
Doing what's next in ideal order for you to be you, for all of us to recognize.

And if either had known before what could we have ever done differently
Which would have made our lungs burst into vibrant life as we first touched.

And this priceless tapestry then had to be unattached, untangled,
un-thread over and over again
until we become one interwoven cloth, unwavering how ever much our sails could flay
in the fringes of future winds.

And then and only then had we apart grown to be old friends,
before we could breath forth out of our pasts to became this life love alliance.

And through us Sanará would become our immaculate conception
The silent breath of divine Truth, rediscovered,
weaving its golden thread of stillness, through lifetimes and realms,
abiding immutable within our resolute hearts,
that we may never be lost again.

And our yearning human need would then usher one eternal divine choice.
A choice where an I is in service to we to enlighten each I.

It was simple to say I love you, and today it's wonderful to be I love you.
As my history continues to sprinkle droplets on craggy rocks,
And as we stir through lifetimes expanding our shape of peace
Learning how to swim within the tranquility of our reflective pool
My thank you is in you embracing me in this life time for me to become I love you.