An escape, or a creation only the writer will know
as words from the mind and heart freely flow.
The moment when another reads and finds...
the secrets woven so deeply within those lines.
Who is this?
Can it really be?
Another creation opening me?
I must reach out... I must just know. . . .
Is there a life behind that candles glow?...
Hesitation of course, but words open doors
for poets have souls like none other in this world.
Fate it would seem in the ultimate end...
must have been the weaver of this journeys creation.
As minds open up and souls recognize... hearts fall deeply
for what the world can't disguise.
Seen in purity, nakedness and truth... souls connect as though a proof.
That dreams that fly in ones farthest mind...
are always touchable if given life.
Defiance of logic lets Loves will abound strong...
Uniting these souls where they eternally belong.
Sealed in perfection on the Kiss of the Soul....
Promises now to never let go.
Would anyone think, ever believe... eternity is found
within the stories we weave? ...
Poetry lives, poetry breaths... this is the essence of lifes realities.
When lived to perfection...
poetry can become, loves perfect connection.
@s.irfan 4-5-2013
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