Deja vu


I dreamt of Stonehenge
old black stones ominous,
gathers the seven of the Order
adorned in brown sack clothes
two converse to the side in urgency,
as the younger weeps in uncertainty.

I ponder, as they disappeared
upon a rock he gazes, trying
to find the answers for his latency
he stands before a man in white
to plead with all his might,
a familiar person to me, who,
according to reincarnation laws
had ascended to the Heavens,
the soulless yearns for a heart
as he confesses, a vision is revealed
wearing white and black roses
who would restore and
make him whole if he
her heart stole.

Bold, yet cold, for life
had robbed him of his success
when he plunged to sudden death
from the twelve story block
losing his soul when he was
spared, to live so as the rock
he held onto for solace.

He stood at the top in shock
as she approached, white
and black baroque dress worn.

Drenched in our insatiable fervor
only the rock I proudly adorn
for my heart was won the day
we met, impressed by
the resurrection of his soul
as a recollection of his story
unfolds, like deja vu.

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Anniversary gift to my Viking, the day we met and when I mention the dream I had as it feels I have met him before this...the rock he takes out of his safe, made into a pendant for the heart that made him "whole"....he had the same experience apart until we met in person.