Sometimes by random chance you meet someone and the soul comes out of hiding. Some make our souls dance leaving footprints leading to the heart. She has a lovers soul maybe we've lived a thousand lives met a thousand times before. Flame of passion fires the soul whatever souls are made of perhaps ours are made the same. I will dream her as the keel of the moon peeks through purple clouds And the grass fills with dew and songbirds sing "siempre"