The fool who believes
The fool
Is a fool
Who lives by his heart
I was right, before....
Lock the doors,
Shutter the windows,
Seal it inside.
Refuse to feel
and to be felt.
No Heart,
No Soul,
No Poetry,
No Fire....
Let it die.
Let it die.
Let it die.
Cold
Void
Detached
Distant
Dead.
Why can't I go back there...?
Why can't I let my soul die again...
I was almost there....
Almost...
There....
And then I met her.
She woke me.
I was born again
When she spoke
When she listened
With her I could Be.
Why is it?
Why, when my soul
Lies dying and I am ready
To welcome
My Lady at last,
My Lady Death
Not of body but of soul
Her cold embrace
surrounding me
Welcoming...
And then...
Awakened...
by one I never though to meet
But Found
The same...
When the student is ready
The teacher will appear
is it the same for souls
and their mates???
She came into my life
And I came into hers
and Life was good
for a while....
Timing.
Irony is
The True
Master
of the
Universe.
For I found her
and she loved me
and I loved her
and she loved me
And I Loved her
and She Loved... Another...
So great a heart has room for two
And two reside within it
Myself and He
Her Other
Her Intended
from Before...
We met days after
His knee was bent
Days!
Only 3 or 4 months earlier
and this page
would not be grey....
This page would not BE.
But now...
She loves me
she loves him
I love her
He loves her
She will choose him.
She knows him
I am a mystery
She knows him
I am an enigma
She knows him
And I am a question.
She explored the universe with me
But she has explored her city with him
We have touched each other's Souls
But they have touched each others bodies.
We have gazed into each other's minds
But they have seen each other's faces
We are one
But they are two, together.
Perhaps I am mistaken....
Perhaps she will choose me...
Perhaps the gods will Smile
On me
and on us
and more importantly
one Goddess...
My Kimberly...
My Love...
The Fire that sparked
My Soul....
The Light that fills my
Eyes....
I wish...
I hope...
I dream....
(Do Demons Dream?
"The Pride of God,"
She called me.)
I will come to her if she but asks.
I will cross a continent...
or a Universe...
for Her....
How many Mates
can a soul have?
How many Souls
have a mate?
If she is the one for me
and she slips through my fingers
What can I do?
What is there for me,
but to return...
return to my self-imposed
prison
a cage within my soul
without doors or windows
locked within.
Sand slips through
the hand which grasps
the hand relaxed
stays full.
Wish me Luck, my friends....
My Sun,my Moon, my Stars... Memories of Kimberly
