Twin Flames
She has long melted in a distant grave
You are dear, as I lean on your stone
The mossy stones, the past of my soul
A lamp blazes up on the brow of night
It writes in flame our names in the sky
And with thee my love, the dearest tie
Bounds a souring soul to earth with me
Viewed the dazzling scene as I dream
A moment gave me to mine thy arms
Heart beats, beneath a trembling hand
No word on your lip, no sound on mine
Yet we breathed, and, felt, as just one
As though all generations had come
To walk Augustus’ streets we’re alone
Blazing rain half repined deep in soul
How sweet to die along and with thee
My heart is a grave for an angels tomb
You left me dark again in deeper night
And all the blaze of constellations near
The step you trod I kiss once each day
Seek always on the pillar of your stone
Then your memory comes on a breeze
That sighs desolate as brown eyes come
As the spirits of heaven, and I on earth
Come, though I see you, I here you not
And feel your presence in the breezes
That sighs again now brown eyes come
I feel your hand, now the breeze is here
Copyright © Terry Trainor | Year Posted 2015
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