a dreams end

My souls mate…I met you, I have seen you before, I knew you in the years of my youth but you were just a girl.

When we first touched I couldn’t let go, I wouldn’t let go. In your eyes I saw myself, kindness, passion, pain, desire. Your beauty surpassed that of any I have known and your every feature had been etched into my being. The length of your neck, the faultless pout in your lips, the way light danced from your eyes like a 70’s disco ball. I was surely spellbound by what was timeless beauty.

When you spoke your words danced in my head and I was mesmerized by your brilliance and intensity. You carried yourself as angels might move and with every step I learned a new meaning of excellence. I could tell I was being daft and might have seemed a bit mad in my manners as I was taken breathless by your… your you. You were perfect.

When we kissed I breathed in the essence that is love, you tasted of heaven and my soul was reconnected. Like a child amazed by the lights of the first carnival I was dizzy, dazed and stunned by our connection, we fit. In that moment I was sure these lost days of aimless wondering were over, that the gray clouds of hopelessness and loneliness were burned away by the radiance that was your soul, my soul.

Reality or in this instance, timing, has a way of waking you up at the most inopportune moments. My dream had come to an end. This dance, to my dismay was short.
This was not our time, not now.

I do still hold theses things in my being and I cherish the dance as a moments stroll in the heavens.

I’m not looking now, maybe you will find me…