dawn-mist

Soulmates? As in lovers fated to be? You talk of two souls linked By the red thread, Don't you? Yes, Soulmates... I've heard of that before of course. Heard of souls that were Split across The wide universe Never complete without the other. Like as if made of the same spark As if playmates in the wheel From the first breath to the last And then all over again. No. Not Soulmates. But lovers whose souls mate As they gaze through windows With eye-lids for shutters At the glory of each other. There is pain in yearning souls And pleasure at the contact; The trembling surrender In pockets of secret words of hidden truths And spaces of sacred sil