A short story of Soulmates:
It has been treacherous,
Since we left Heaven,
This reality leaves Room to be insecure.
Since we left Heaven,
This reality leaves Room to be insecure.
Though pain is abundant here
Our Spirits have not been harmed,
Our eyes, the mirrors, Easily assure.
Humans conceive necessity.
In expression we speak, See, hear, now I write.
With words we tell “I love you”,
We do the same while Unavoidable to fight.
More trying though is
When we go home inside
Without telling one another.
With fear, trust and honesty
are scarce…
We press on, we are lovers.
I remember him…my soulmate
“. . . He smells to me like vanilla would and tastes like a spring rained daisy from field. His voice sounds melodic, and strong as trails left over from a mighty wind; He feels like me (one) warm energy…With room inside where I sit and melt”….
I am but star dust.
I, with a candle of my own,
Wait again for my Soul mate
The one who lives next door.
He too has himself a glow,
Through the ages
We have left our trails
Of which we follow.
In the universe, stars wisdom created us.
We are all neighbors and
Each have our own light,
When soulmates do Collide, they shine…
Together, we are exceptionally bright…
Finally, Merged into One
– Forever more we become
Every evenings Starlight.
* Writer’s note: “next door” and/or “house” referred to relates to the astrological houses
by Cindy Ellen Knapp – Spiritual writer of God, Physics, Humanity, Nature, Politics, Justice, Love.
from God, Man & I Part: True Love Chapter: Soulmates