RESOLVED

When first our eyes met, a sparkle was there,
A friendship was formed with a push from the past.
I was a newcomer, he was a local,
Though friends we became, our ways they were separate.
His was the bottle, mine was the book.
Our souls never knew why we needed each other.
His was a need to find where he  failed 
A wife had walked out, a son he'd not seen.
Mine was of friendship, new in the town,
A place to be safe 'till my  soul mate arrived.
Why were we friends when ways were so foreign,
My need to protect, his need for the tavern?

On regression I found from a previous life
We lived in a country going to war.
We'd been close all our lives, but knew we must part,
Somehow our souls made the memories stay.
Both in our twenties, our lifetimes ahead,
On a berm in the meadow with wildflowers scented
We held to each other and souls bid adieu.
My long braided hair, a skirt long and green,
A tear trickled down as I saw him astride 
On the golden steed he sat proud and regal,
His uniform gray, epaulets red, elated with pride.
When our country was free, he'd make me his bride.

There never was word or talk of his fate.
A spinster I stayed, my heart true and faithful.
Then several lives later when at last our souls met,
A friendship was formed, a glimpse of the past.
His fate he had met at a warrior's sword,
At peace was my  soul, a resolve of the past.

        Pamela Pauley-Perreault
        ©1996

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