It seems almost implausible that I could miss someone I never knew. Yet, it feels as though I knew you before I met you. I have felt your presence and been looking for you all my life. I first felt your presence during fall’s vibrant explosion of color. I was drawn to and hypnotized by your natural beauty. It was never a casual, fleeting sensation but one experienced through all my senses on a deeper level.
I caught glimpses of you in the beauty of rivers, forests, mountains, and the heavens…in the flow and interconnectivity of it all with my soul. I dreamed of days when all would be revealed.
Wrapped in winter, you appeared cloaked in a mystical haze which only belied the beauty within. It is much like the metaphorical mask we each wear that hides our mysterious inner beauty from the world. I was drawn in to explore and unfold your layers. At first, your vibrant hues and layers were hidden from view, and I was met with resistance. Even in your winter facade, I know you are there…waiting to unfold and blossom in the springtime of our loving.
Your beauty spans time and transforms with the seasons. With each glance, I struggled to breathe as you filled my eyes with wild wonder as passion’s flame burned in the summer of love. In my eyes, you are divine and infinite. Your sweeping curves are kissed by heavenly light and are a divine gift from above. Revealed and open before me, your wetness is a gushing river. Your sensuality is a smooth, deep lake. You are layered and exquisite…so much more than one fleeting glance can take in and appreciate. You deserve close, deep, and endless exploration to discover and unfold all your beauty.
In my eyes and through all my senses, you embody all that is beautiful and deep in this world. I realize now that I have been making love to you my entire life. I recently returned to the place where I first felt your presence. You were with me, just as you have always been, in this Mountain of Dreams.
Immersed in the passionate blaze of romantic love, I wrote above tribute to Sienna when it felt as if we walked as united souls in the realm of the gods. I’m now several years removed from that time and have been on a journey of discovery and quest for deeper meaning. I’ve learned a little along the way.
I believe Mountain of Dreams was really written to what I see and feel as the soul of a woman. It is my soul’s projection of the ideal woman…my anima. She may be an illusion but she is my dream, and I find her in you. Thank you for giving her wings to soar🌹
I first posted a version of this on Sensual Shadows. Comments from that time are also included below (the dates are wrong though).