Stardust, From Soul To Sea
I’m not supposed to miss
What I haven’t known
But here I am I sit,
Staring at a hole.
Because though I’ve never been
One who dove and breathed
I’ve lived a life as one
Who drew but also sheathed.
I pick my moments carefully
And let nothing escape
But still. Here I am. I sit.
I’m missing.
I believe it to be rude to do as you do
To act as though something ancient is new
Because though the stitching is fresh
This has been centuries of flesh attached to flesh.
Forget not the heart hasn’t a memory regarded by time
And a soul doesn’t forget a history like yours and mine.
The beating member may be newly formed
But the scent of soul it has is millennia warmed.
It’s been attempted and it’s been missed
But cycles have now been broken by lips kissed.
When the souls were forged and the stardust made,
A sliver of mine was traded for yours; a touch of light for shade.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
But my soul has already had eons to ponder.
So I think in this life I’d like to use presence; it’s sweeter.
And the opposite of absence helps to make things deeper.
Centuries separated cascading slowly
Culminating quietly, christening and making me holy.
Perhaps it will allow my soul it’s promotion.
Ascension and hopefully next time I am water of the ocean.
Perhaps I can be fulfilled.
Perhaps I needn’t come back.
Unless when the new cycle begins
It is found there is a sliver that you lack.
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