Drawn Like Moths to a Flame, Kindred Souls Meet
Through warm hazel eyes; I gaze at the divine spark,
That lies deep within; masked by beauty abound,
Drawn like a moth to a flame; I bask in your light,
The journey ahead; to who knows where,
The lessons to be learned; scribed on the fabric of our Souls,
Written by our hand; in days of old.
Anxiously I await; for each day to dawn,
Anticipating moments that unfold; food for our divine Souls,
If tomorrow fails to dawn; our exchange will be fulfilled,
Saddened hearts will walk away; till brighter days come to pass,
Puppets in a grand play; we dance to the rhythm of the universe,
Feeling the pulse; through an earthly being.
The lessons that we learn; remain scribed within,
Forming the mould; of what we will once be,
I thank you for what we now share; it will always remain,
For in the stillness of the night; I will forever remember,
Inscribed on the fabric of my being; through the river of time,
You may walk away; but our encounter will never be erased.
Born in worlds apart; but our paths still meet,
Is it mystery or chance; perhaps crafted by a power far greater,
To run would be easy; for there would be no pain,
But denied forever I would be; of the joys that you bring,
Like the fear of decay; would never see a flower blossom,
Instead like a Moth to a flame; I willingly travel to touch your sweet Soul,
Kindred spirits we will remain; entwined in an eternal flame.