you said our spirits search for ones we've known before yours must remember mine your soul returned for more
a piece of you is a part of me my soul is cut into smithereens prism of possibilities
but I wake up alone and free after dreaming you were next to me but freedom is not as it seems you touch the very heart of me
but I wake up alone and cold shivering in silence frozen on my own until you lie down next to me
you said the mountains are your innermost home with you, I no longer feel the need to roam
your eyes are the evergreens, the winter pines the flecks of golden yellow color the road signs the smoky fog that rises and lifts my spirit high your spirit is the mountain that lifts me to the sky
I would follow you if you just had to go I would come with you and make that place my own but for as long as I know your love and your restful soul I am a little piece of everywhere connected to the whole.