I became visible
and you remained you.
Wild flower garlands bound our hearts and locked
each of our souls in a
time-stopping moment.
Bubbles popped in
firelight so
bright it burnt our
fingertips and sent
shivers down our
tingling spines.
Like vines we were tangled –
not mangled – but mentally
merged and committed and
willing to venture so
deep in to the
ravine of the unseen.
by Annie Ridout
