Synchronicity Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Under the sheet of night, I dreamed of two
complimentary chords plucked from one string,
different and yet connected at once,
a harmony of light awakening.

It was a revival of melodies,
of ripe suns rising above fields of rain,
sliding like silk into cavernous folds.
The tantric tongue transmits fire to the brain.

I straddled the mount of magnificence,
splendorous tension to every nerve,
the gravity of gliding into space
upon galaxies of vigor and verve.

Twilight beckoned with such velocity
the atmosphere twinkled with orbs of chrome.
The night sleep's bane, slice of succulent sun,
opens the eyes to a hungering home.

Salacious secrets of the stirring mind
trail the torrent of my thunderous heart,
the quickened pulse beneath tremulous skin,
a wavelength of wonder never to part.

Under the sheet of night, my lover burns
along the shore of my melting body;
and I discover my new religion,
praying that he will never desert me.