We met beneath the veil of night,
'Cross time and space, to re-unite,
Like friends of old, like karmic mates,
To exchange dreams, and recall fates
Then into the ocean, an island our goal,
Refreshing our bodies and cleansing our souls,
And finally to stand in naked embrace,
A vision of beauty, a moment of grace
'Pon waking once more to the bright light of day,
The shimmering mirage of my dream fades away,
And I'm left with a memory, a few precious clues,
Of the glorious meeting between me and my Muse
— Wayne Visser