A Pagan Love Poem

The Fires of familiarity danced in your eyes:
I knew you.
When first your eyes touched mine I knew you.
Your soul spoke; sang your soul song to me,
And I danced,
As I have done many times before.
I recognised the rhythm,
The subtle waver...

And when your hands touched mine,
The ancient Winds tangled between us,
Drawing two ancient souls back together,
Intermingling destinies and tying unbreakable knots:
When first your hands held mine I loved you.

And with that first faint brushing of lips,
Your heart told me of you:
You, yourself... With no words you told me who you are, and were before,
And the Waters of memory flooded over me,
Surrendering, releasing us unto ourselves...
I heard you.

When you held me as you had done so many lives before,
I fell back into the peaceful lull of the Homeland,
Mother Earth encircling us,
Two standing-stones beneath the pale yellow Moon.
I saw you: In your eyes I saw you,
And I remembered how familiar it feels
To love you.