'Souls May Have Wings'
By MalEntente
Purity and life find home as soulmates touch . . . . . . blending beyond here or now, and giving birth to understanding. Love moves there . . . and lives . . . . . . when wings cross. Before time interfered, reality was love. Then time cruelly split love . . . . . . into wandering pieces. Each piece. . . a soul, each soul . . . one half. All souls search the highways of forever, and, if time is kind, some quests are fulfilled Then . . . once more . . . a love will live. For eternity beyond us . . . . . . love only “is” . . . when wings similar fly together . . . . . . and touching . . . . . . return to love.I will never forget the day I wrote this poem. It was literally burned into my mind. Again, it departs from my chosen style - as if someone else helped me write it across time and space. I know of no one at this time whom it could be, but they are out there, somewhere. Someone out there gave birth to this thought . . . someone who “understands”. All I know is that it cut me like a razor, and I love this poem. Written September 22nd, 1995 © on Nov 13 2001 12:42 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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