October 1, 2008
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…Soulmate Dreams…
Perhaps you
Came to me my love
as a breath of fresh air
toying past swirling locks of norm…to weave mystique
as spirits glowed in shadow dance
to cast a spell of charms that blew away musty cobwebs
once chains of depression…that had bound me
to false stands
Chained long to rocks
riddled by doubt
I believed in clinging on…to perceptual anchors
trusted…amidst relates of uncertain promise
risky affairs…dying for lack of courage…or conviction
as I had felt and was made to feel
limited in mine own eyes
Or of peers I sought
support from…to shoulder
and to lean on as mine were weighed down
in misery of scars
that marked in unwitting pain prejudice and insensitivity
my soul’s need
to be more than what it is or was
Until your envelopment
in a sense…set me free
as caring…freely given…opened doors to worlds
of stars glinting like your eyes
amidst a lonely dark emptiness…inspiring in their touch
a withered life…of seeking…please…a god
to find heaven with
Perhaps you
