Love Through Time
 
 
 
 
 

Many seasons and many many moons ago
A true love was born.
A love deeper and stronger than life itself,
A love none could scorn.

She carried within her the powers of the universe,
It flowed within and around her.
He was warrior borne, his being strong and proud.
But lived among the enemy to her.

She saw his face, felt his soul in vision one day,
And held him close in her heart.
He felt her heart deep within his soul and dreams,
From there it would never part.

She knew he was far away, and yet felt him near,
As she felt his breath on her face
And his arms hold her close and tightly each night.
She wanted to be in that space.

He would dream each night of the feel of her skin,
The warmth of her body on his.
He could smell her hair, touch its smoothness at night,
and remember the taste of her kiss.

One day she chose to answer the call in her heart
and decided to find him.
She said farewell to her family, walked from the camp
And shed silent tears for her angry kin.

He heard the call of his spirit, gave voice to its words
And parted ways with his tribe.
They called him down, spoke words of hate, fear, disrespect
He rode off from the hurt of his tribe.

At a spring in the moonlight they met, together face to face.
They spoke no words, lost in the other.
The world ceased to exist for a time as their hearts, souls joined,
Becoming all: sister, mother, father brother.

They finally slept in each others arms, knew it not a dream.
Out under the watching stars.
Softly slumbering, the wind caressing and singing,
Beneath the dancing stars.

Sadly their love was short lived, for the anger left behind
Sought to extinguish their flame.
The two tribes, fearing their love and themselves more
Chose the lovers to give their blame.

The warrior parties came, and thunder clashed all around,
War cries were carried on the wind.
Many fell that fateful day, but some lived to tell the story,
Of the hearts that raged and sinned.

When the battle was done, and the wind silent once more,
The bodies of the dead were found.
The two lovers had fallen by the side of the spring, near a tree
Their blood pouring into the ground.

They died within each others arms, tears falling, eyes shut
And the men who saw were shamed.
They knew now how true and deep the love had been
And the knew too of the blame.

And where the lovers died, a tree sprang forth magically
And went from spring to fall.
The leaves green then blood red as they fell to the ground
Like tears to remind them all.

As the warriors left two eagles flew from the magically tree
And the warriors felt at peace,
Knowing their cries for forgiveness and healing were heard
And the love would not cease.

Across time and space, through centuries and forms,
The two lovers still seek.
They call to each other in dreams, reach for the other’s hand,
Hoping again to meet.

And still they call, still they cry out for one another’s heart,
Their aching running deep.
Feeling the loneliness and emptiness deep inside their souls,
Seeking the peaceful sleep

That comes to all when hearts are joined in sacred union
and a cosmic tie
For love such as this is stronger and deep and true.
It never dies...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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First Opened: November 13, 2000