One day at a time.
Forgetting the world around us
Our souls intertwining
even through the rain
You hold within you so much pain
Each day you show me
how deep your love goes
I am thankful to have you
These words never go unspoke.
Our love is deep
and flows with the sea
Setting our sails
to coincide
You are my destiny.
A home within your soul I seek.

To take a soul as your own,
to catch its breath in your heart,
to feel its warmth in your blood,
holding it as though it were your life,
a delicate flower held in your hands,
it heals all of your sadness,
it feels what you feel and understands,
no words ever needed to be spoken,
silent understanding of all your needs,
shares the vision through your eyes,
feels your breath as if it were its own,
for this soul is yours and yours is mine.

She came upon the warm summer breeze,
like a ship sailing back from the darkest sea's,
I heard her whispers, calling my name,
Soothing my pain, like the soft warm rain,
I feel her deep within my soul,
her presence there making me whole,,
she see's through my eyes the darkest pools,
pulls me away from the scourge of fools,
I feel her warmth through her gentle hands,
as she takes me to those unseen lands,
for she will be my moon in the night,
restoring my sight with her radiant light,
reaching forth she takes my hand,
together as one through this barren land.

Through space and time.
The souls strings beginning to intertwine.
Like a brush on a fresh canvas,
Painting the sliver of pale moonlight.
The silhouette ,
Of the halls of time.
Standing before our eyes.
Each incarnation,
We stand eternally embracing
Connecting
Weaving
For all of eternity
The brushing on a canvas
Brought together in mutual understanding.

Peace lying in the fields. She draws her light from inside.
Taking a minute to close her eyes.
Regain her consciousness,
And feel alive.
Rejuvenated energy coursing through her veins
Connecting her soul to another.
Reaching .
connecting.
being.
To be one for a moment in time.
To heal those around her is her guise.
A lady in the night..
Just a moment in time.

Within this solitude of slumber,
lay thoughts that rip my soul asunder,
the quill won't wait nor does withhold,
the things in my mind that must be told,
penned with tears, diluted with pride,
carried forth on a moonlit tide,
messages sealed in bottles of hope,
laconic gods that twist the rope,
riding my spirit with consummate ease,
these ghosts that whisper in the breeze.

Death, we cannot escape its mournful grasp,
there to greet us in in our heaving rasp,
reaching the end of our incumbent race,
it engulfs us like a pythons embrace,
coiling around our souls in a macabre dance,
hypnotic eyes as we succumb to its trance,
long since departed souls smile in an ironic bliss,
betray our presence with a Judas kiss,
so underneath the vultures stare,
we must now go and prepare,
for time is no longer our friend,
neither cares for the plans that we attend,
so take no thought for matters at hand,
for we are all but grains of sand.