Fantasia Poem by Roshnie Kewal

I knew him, before I met him. Had dreams of him for as long as I can remember. Conversations, smiles, anger, hurts and moments; frozen in a dream. Constantly moving forward. Not a recurring dream. One that progressed; different places, different  times, different lives even.

It's all jumbled. Moments feeling like de javú. But knowing that I've dreamed of those words before. Knowing exactly when I'll hear from him, like a whisper in the breeze. Feeling his essence, like rain. Hearing his voice like a record.

I knew him before this life and I'll know him in the next. Forever entwined, in a never ending cycle. We've been here before many times over. I wonder if he knows. I'll never tell him. This life is his own.

It's like the dreams were a road map and I'm riding aimlessly along. Maybe the universe just handed me puzzle pieces as a joke. Hoping I'd put it all together. But missing pieces strewn about. The universe has a sick sense of humor to bring us together and rip us apart. Bringing us back again just to let it fall apart.

He comes back like a summer wind, ever so calmly. Yet in those eyes, fire burns. He's not ready for what he wants. I'm too impatient to wait. He deserves this life as his own. Allowing dreams to just be.

I've known you all my lives, and will walk this one with you. Whether in the physical plane or spiritual. Shame that I couldn't recognize the connections. Attempting breaking bonds everlasting. Lack of perceiving the direction.

I knew you before I met you and you will never know. Maybe in the next life we'll have all the pieces. Undoubtedly without question.