Love Infinite
Till then when the sparrow meets the
long nights webbed in the gentleness
of every beat that marks
your heart; only then will we find
a distant world
coming together as graceful leaves
mix with the branches of our souls;
for the distance of time
is never kind though precious---
our testament to be one connects us
through serendipitous pulses.
We may not be together,
yet we feel the same rain,
same tears, and language.
Is this what soul mates
are made of? Nearer than far,
we bind the folds of seasons
and still know how we live
in any moment of an eon--
a love made in a place
called heaven's fate, staying
in touch through deep intuition
without the need to speak, sometimes.
A thousand years may pass,
yet we know, this love infinite will
grow, in different lifetimes,
in similar pathways, ever.
Falling In Love Contest---
Sept 29, 2015
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