I met you in a dream months ago. Never thinking we would actually fall into each others arms, never imagining you would appear in the flesh.
In the dreamtime, you were simply a picture, a development in my experience. But there you were, in reality, my Arabian savior. You were standing in front of me, all senses engulfed, the world spinning out of control, with heart on sleeve.
I found you in the corner of a crowded room among so many strangers. You turned, said hello, shook my hand, and instantly I took to you and you to me. Without hesitation we whispered truths of the deepest kind, we delved into the mysteries of life, love, nature, spirit. Words poured from our lips like the sweetest wine. We lost ourselves in the abyss of our infinite gaze.
In you, I found both a friend and companion. I was fixated and captured, watching you like a bird perched on a tree. We found ourselves celebrating, dancing away the hours, and from the edge of the dance floor I saw how free you were. You were fearless. Your smile permeated everything you looked at. You were beautiful, graceful, and I... grateful.
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