Like a beacon she calls me.
Illuminating the skyline over the mountains,
Sounding like a siren across the ocean,
The bolt of lightning in the desert Storm that makes the night day.
Her soul shines for me,
And mine, raises to meet hers,
Carrying me like a homing pigeon,
Flying to the source of the call:
Of love,
Of life,
Of the place to be home.
My heart leads me to her,
For there I belong.
No distance is too great, no ocean to wide, or valley too deep.
I hear it,
The sweetest sound.
It dances in the rhythm of her heartbeat,
Luring me,
Captivating me.
She was made for me.
My soulmate.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
Like a beacon she calls me.
Illuminating the skyline over the mountains,
Sounding like a siren across the ocean,
The bolt of lightning in the desert Storm that makes the night day.
Her soul shines for me,
And mine, raises to meet hers,
Carrying me like a homing pigeon,
Flying to the source of the call:
Of love,
Of life,
Of the place to be home.
My heart leads me to her,
For there I belong.
No distance is too great, no ocean to wide, or valley too deep.
I hear it,
The sweetest sound.
It dances in the rhythm of her heartbeat,
Luring me,
Captivating me.
She was made for me.
My soulmate.