POETRY DAY: Soul Mates

 

Albert Bierstadt-Storm in the Mountains
Albert Bierstadt-Storm in the Mountains

Soul Mates

 

If the soul that was created

the same moment that my soul was made

were to walk in the world with me,

to stand beside me,

look into my eyes,

to put his mouth on mine,

we would burst into blue flame

and the light would make the nighttime day

– a wave would tear through the air

shaking the trees,

rattling windows;

people miles away would turn towards the sound

of joy/pain/ecstasy

and they would blush at witnessing

so intimate a moment

of two strangers.