I dreamed last night, again
the softness of your face
spoke quietly
through smiling lips to me.
There was the well known ache
of age inside my heart
when loving eyes, through tiny tears
and shadows, wave of lashes
invited me to come and sit
you offered then, (was it for me?)
your little hand and in a while
its partner, like a friend.

We sat and reminisced about
the past of our illusions
and made a pact with her,
the Cantadora of the underworld.

Thus through the powers and the wisdom
of the ages time was told
to stop and stay suspended for
a sweet eternity and more.
I woke to see the sun and hear small birds
and life had travelled on
for all the living souls,
few had remarked about the pause
within the scheme of things,
all knew that spirits had stopped by
and that another soul had opened up
its ancient heart with love,
a hand would always be for her,
to hold and feel its warmth
and steady her among the lifeless winds
that lurk among the shades of all.

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-tara-with-all-my-love/