Calling You Home

She walked out the door and into the moonlight.
Her heart beat a wild rhythm.
A field so empty and full of flowers
she tiptoed between them and felt them on her skin.
The smell was divine and tickled her nose and sent her memory into a spin.

She'd been here before.
Once a long time ago in a dream she was here with him.
He'd been the love of her life
a Prince sent to save her from herself.
They'd danced across this very field in the full moonlight.

He'd held her and told her how beautiful and wonderful she was.
He'd brushed a stray hair across her face and offered her comfort.
With a single passionate kiss he'd shown her the future.
She thought it was a dream come to life.
With one moment of hesitation she'd shattered it all and sent him away.

Now as she walked through the field her heart grew heavy.
Sadness washed over her and clung to her skin.
She felt empty.
She knew not how to heal her broken heart.
Now that she was certain, she knew not what the future would hold.

She lay upon the ground in a bed of wildflowers and closed her eyes.
Perhaps in dreams she would find her way.
He would be there in her memory.
In her mind a hand caressed her skin.
She felt his lips brush her neck.

As she opened her eyes it had all become so real...
He gazed at her with a sadness that could shatter diamonds...
And then he spoke the words she had heard only in dreams...
I've missed you my darling and though we've been far apart...
Your heart has been calling me home.

A kiss sealed their passion.
Their souls spoke.
When love is pure it calls you home.
When the heart is true it beats a rhythm that only one other soul will ever know
That soul will be your one true love and it will call you home.

-Tricia Markin
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