Some people,
Come into our lives forever,
Some,
just so we may catch a glimpse of our soul.
To put us on the right path,
To be a beacon of light,
On the darkest nights.
To show us our dreams,
That we do not see,
Even though they scream.
They say,
We walk the earth
With the very same souls
Each life,
each time,
repeating a pattern,
repeating a crime.
With each familiar
Echo
Our soul connects,
Sometimes with laughter,
Kindness,
love.
Sometimes a knowledge of having it tough,
And in amongst the
de ja vu,
You discover the missing piece of,
You.
The mirror reflection.
Bits gone,
without detection.
An image of,
your dreams
your heart
your soul,
Everything new,
But everything,
You already knew.
The twin flame doesn’t bring
Love,
lust,
or saviour.
A twin flame whispers in your ear,
That they are always near,
No matter how far,
Even the furthest star.
They show you your path,.
They are love that is unseen,
they are the reason you dream.
They are not the missing piece,
of your soul,
they
are
you.
And they always knew,
as did you.
They are the fire in your flame,
hear them,
as they whisper
your name.
They are the light
that leads
you
into the night.
They are not the love that fills your thoughts,
they are the breath that gets caught.
Throughout our days,
the words say,
that our souls will meet,
and
filled
with
heat,
we will know.
Some will grow old, along by our side,
Some come along,
for a glimpse at the ride,
some of them
unknown,
away they do hide.
All of them
here for a moment,
at
our sides.
Karen A Hayward.
This is my blog http://blossomsworld.wordpress.com/
