~SOULS~ It is for love that I live alone. Because the lovers I imagine are, Safer than ones I’ve known. Going about making rhymes for people, who won’t hear, some who will never turn their faces to meet my own. Yet�?it is for me, a kind of Loving~ So, here in my dreams I live and play safe living. A Love with a perfect mate~ I weep in my poems for people that I can’t know, or shall never meet. Write for people, I long to hold... Yet�?it is for me, a kind�?of Loving~ A dream of Loving held within, of future maybe’s, I do so sing in words~ Making poems for people I’ve met, or not. those who will not turn, to follow me.. I meet their souls on pillowed clouds, In words of poems my wish of, Let us be ~ Knowing all along, my wishes fall so deep, into the seas. As oceans take my breath away, my heart crys out, For them to stay, yet, my heart knows they will leave. But, then a beautiful stranger came once, Who held me for a night - then fell in the darkness, Of pillows soft and white~ Unto my heart was taken off, to distant shores, my love remains this day for him, Forever more ~ Two souls holding tight. A twin soul perhaps ? Evolving here on earth together.. In dreams of colors bright. Like seeing the world within, the circles of his arms, and sailing the Wide open seas ~ We are the moon, we are the stars, we are the midnight skies~ Oh�?yes, it happens just because, the need,and perhaps to be wanted too, when love is here or gone.. To lie down in the darkness and, listen to it’s warmth ~ Sweet whispers heard, on evening breeze, indulging in our thoughts, A thought or tale of love, that never ends or goes.. Even, when the eyes close. A picture in dreams, Of beauty not yet seen.. Up in the star filled sky. And moon shines sweetly, as eyes close blind. ~ |