Cyan Blue

Written after a dream I shared with my 14-16th century spirit guide.

Cyan blue

crystals captured inside her face, so pure.

I have loved her once before

in a forgotten reality.

She is my mother, my spirit guide

of a distant time.

Overjoyed by this realization,

I kissed her face,

her cheeks,

her neck

all the delicate features on her face,

so perfectly placed.

Her skin and bones were named some archaic

phrase during the time we shared before;

but the truth is

there are no names,

just faces and souls,

living,

forever & more.