A soul,
Unblemished by its  mortal essence,
Pure in its timed existence, free in all its splendor.

When time is past,
Used up and gone,
It lingers on.

And then, at the very moment when life is in limbo,
The mind turns inward and delves into its own spirit.
The soul, set free to wander, drifts in and offers comfort.

Soulmates, some say,
When two Love so strongly
Their souls mesh and are forever entwined.

Soul to soul,
Two beings in part
Brought together and made whole.

A union of a spiritual kind,
Not of body and mind,
But of the heart.

Suddenly, paralyzed by its enigmatic energy,
I begin to crave this force with an arder so overwhelming
I fear my own fury may drive from me that which I long for so dearly.

Don't go,
Or if you must,
I beseech you come again.

Warm my heart, smile on my soul,
As we are one and when you leave
You take the best of me with you.