Wandering Presence

If I had met you in a lavender field, with mist in the air and sun sinking low..

If, If I had met you right before the clouds cleared the sky to give way to the rays of the moon...

If I had met you with daisies in my hair falling loose..

If, if I had met you before the wind tangled that belt of my skirt about me...

If I had met you walking down this beautifully lit cobbles by the main street..

If, if I had met you right before the bells on those patisseries started whispering lullabies for this strangers in town...

Would you have caught a hold of my presence?

"Saturn - Sleeping at last"