Stardust, From Soul To Sea

I’m not supposed to miss What I haven’t known But here I am I sit, Staring at a hole. Because though I’ve never been One who dove and breathed I’ve lived a life as one Who drew but also sheathed. I pick my moments carefully And let nothing escape But still. Here I am. I sit. I’m missing. I believe it to be rude to do as you do To act as though something ancient is new Because though the stitching is fresh This has been centuries of flesh attached to flesh. Forget not the heart hasn’t a memory regarded by time And a soul doesn’t forget a history like yours and mine. The beating member may be newly formed But the scent of soul it has is millennia warmed. It’s been attempted and it’s been missed But cycles have now been broken by lips kissed. When the souls were forged and the stardust made, A sliver of mine was traded for yours; a touch of light for shade. Absence makes the heart grow fonder But my soul has already had eons to ponder. So I think in this life I’d like to use presence; it’s sweeter. And the opposite of absence helps to make things deeper. Centuries separated cascading slowly Culminating quietly, christening and making me holy. Perhaps it will allow my soul it’s promotion. Ascension and hopefully next time I am water of the ocean. Perhaps I can be fulfilled. Perhaps I needn’t come back. Unless when the new cycle begins It is found there is a sliver that you lack.