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was a mixture of her ‘past’ and another time and the journey her soul took her
on into the depths of the darkness and then returning her to the light. Within her ‘blood’ was the secret and the
fact she was an immortal too. He awaited
her return to incarnation but he did not expect how she had changed. She was different and filled with the wonder
of this gift. To his surprise once they ‘met’
again he was going to find that she was both sides of the same Coin. The music played on, “Breathe, he told
himself as he walked up to her to dance once again with her. Around them where
all the previous past life players and a cast within their own lives but it was
Now in this time. As he held out his hand to her and she smiled looking up
into his eyes she responded. His hand went to that familiar small of her back
where his hand had always fit perfectly.
The dancers around them began to spin and twirl and the waltz was
playing. The 'Sarabande' flooding their senses and his mind engaged into the music. A doorway into the other time opened and both
this moment and the past merged. Customs of the Masquerade with beautiful
Venetian Gold Swan masks on all of the dancers moved around them as he held
this gift in his arms again. On a lake
of midnight blue water they danced but this time her being an immortal brought
him into his fullness of his own Being.
. 'Breathe, he told himself Just Breathe' all rights reserved and owned by roshandra mitchell simon email@example.com February 2, 2012
Her family home was filled with Renaissance beauty and art of another time and world.
He walked into the foyer of her home and was taken back to another time and her.
He looked up the staircase and imagined how often she walked up and down this stairway. For him stairs were transitions from the past to his thoughts and always his signature was a spiral staircase. Now he stood at the foot of this one and his heart beating waiting for her to descend and not able to Breathe'. How it all had changed and merged and yet it was not written yet and he was in his own story and dream and love again.
Everything about this moment was etched into his mind and upon his Heart.
He waited and smiled. His Heart in his hand and with Love.