We have met before.

We have known each other once.

Or twice.

Or thrice.

In ages past,

In lives lived long ago,

We have met before…



Perhaps, we first knew each other when the world was young,

When the star’s light was not yet dimmed by the glare of electric lanterns,

And the discovery of “fire,”

Was yet to be.

When the last of the great Saber Toothed Tigers still stalked the earth,

And the mighty Cave Bear ruled supreme upon the mountain.



Perhaps, then, we too walked hand-in-hand beneath those stars of yesteryear.

Clad only in the skins of the Wooly Mammoth,

We held each other close against the cold of the northern night,

As the last great ice age crept inexorably across the face of the land.

We kissed and forgot the passage of time ...

And, perhaps, beneath what’s left of that ancient ice,

Our bodies hold each other still ...

Our spirits set free,

To wander the earth,

And sail upon the winds of time,

Walking the world of dreams for tens of thousands of years.

To awaken for a brief lifetime,

And meet again.

And live again.

And laugh again.

And love again.

And then to dream once more.

And sail again upon the winds of time ...



We have met before.

Shall we meet again in this lifetime?

Or shall it take another thousand years?




Have you ever looked up at the starry heavens,

And felt you were a part of something greater than this one life?

Have you felt a kinship with those who lived and loved so long ago,

Beneath those same stars?

And have you ever wondered if the “kinship” that you felt,

Was more than just a nameless feeling?

If, so, perhaps you too were there?

And ...

We have met before.


(C) 2004 Olaf E. Roennspiess

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