Awakening

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

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