Desert Visitations Poem by Bill Galvin

I meditate upon Ancient Canyons
And see cool, blue, flowing liquid
Sweeping upward and rolling back again,
In my mind’s eye,
Like the last foam of ocean waves
Running up wet beach sand,
Followed by the next, and the next,
As viewed from above,
With back to sea, facing land…
From which appear your blue eyes,
Then to perceive your nose, cheeks, lips;
Until finally your lovely visage is
Complete and moving toward me,
Unhurriedly, from nothingness;
Not blue, but now warm,
Your so beautiful face
Is there for me to gently caress…
And to reveal once again
The beautiful soul that resided within.

Lips serenely touch upon lips…
As lovely flutes echo from the canyons;
Soothing violins float down from mesa tops.

Our kiss was always this…
A kiss that bridged eternity;
That never conveyed emptiness,
Or weariness, or apathy.
A kiss that calmed;
Wiped away the fears,
Along with the tears.

Please, don’t go yet… not so soon.

Lips serenely touched upon lips…
And lovely flutes echoed from the canyons;
Soothing voices sang down from mesa tops.

But I linger, not moving,
So’s to savor the fleeting seconds
Of this spirit vision,
Just as I delighted in the temporal years
Of our togetherness.

Our love persists beyond forever.

4-7-2015 (Mojave)