you're my dusk-soothe, O sun smoke
this unwedded rose weeps love ~
a poem, with soulmate blooms …
my muse…twin-flame m o
o n …
~ Contest Name : Let’s do it!
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
The day when poem saw the light : 11/08/26
Two weary hearts call out in yearning song,
both searching for a dream to heal their soul.
The touch of love's been absent for so long;
their needs grow bold as passion takes control.
Each lonely spirit hears the other's cry
and journeys quickly to that gentle tone.
Upon approach, a bond they can't deny
as twin flames melt into a fire that's grown.
The blaze engulfs their hearts as beats combine,
a perfect union formed within this heat.
Consumed by adoration so divine
they feel that restoration is complete.
Surrounded by a newfound love to share,
they know this is the answer to their prayer.
Twin Flames
I’ve met my match.
Crave the darkness.
Twin Flames.
Shadows in the grave.
Candle lights dancing.
Night owls, we may be.
Black silk hair is cultivated.
Your eyes are emerald radiant.
Fly before dawn past the dark horizon.
You are all I need.
Our hearts are burning.
Leave the world behind.
Twin Flames brought us together.
Burn as one forever.
A match to a flame.
The one I crave.
You made the sacrifice.
Love you to death inside.
Have it no other way.
Share the moment by the fireplace.
Twin Flames roaming.
The sky is burning.
Nothing is new
Even me and you
All re-lived
In time frames anew
Thread through this heart
Tread to that soul
Weaved and walked
Million years ago
Warmth of that smile
Recalled by this being
Comfort and peace
No one else could bring
Meet you again
Some day, somewhere;
Different face,
Same old gaze
I had never been able to attribute
A face to my soulmate
My guiding star to a better being and self
With whom I can be myself
Awaken my inner child
Be vulnerable and wild
Without fear of retribution or judgement
Twin flames ignited by a cosmic bond
That transcends human comprehension or sense
A platonic connection between two best friends
Kindred spirits fated to true love
Persisting through the ravages of time
Into a pure spiritual plane
Two of one soul from eternity
To be entwined, their destiny
Unseparated by time
Distance has no meaning
Connected as one
Spiritual love
Devoted
As one
Soul
Hearts
Beat in
Unison
Telepathic
Both in connection
Throughout all time and space
For all of eternity
Twin Flames that will be together
Their bond is forever and ever
"Double Nonet"
Submitted: 30/03/2022 copyright
At the Philadelphia Flower Show
we plotted and planned our future life
that was the first time you called me husband
and I delighted in calling you wife
we made a wish on every bud
every elegant and extravagant display
the tulips called to our lips
and we lovingly obeyed
we ran barefoot across floral bridges
and danced with rainbow Perennials
windmills of majestic Daylilies
whispered summertime testimonials
we were lost outside of time
lost inside the paradise of our sacred oath
these exquisite gardens remind us both
of what in life matters the most
I knew that once I stopped
frantically looking
you would magically appear
I knew that once I stopped
dramatically sulking
you would emerge from the sphere
your form is a sultry black
your deep hue is smooth
and unblemished
when I first drank
from your fertile fountain
I was immediately replenished
you have the eyes of God
they enrapture me
in every and all ways
they caused me
to reappraise
my decision to give into the malaise
I foolishly believed
that I wasn’t chosen
to be one of loves remaining
but I know that God
let me see you standing there
once I stopped doubting and complaining
Nostalgia is creeping up on me,
Walking back into history.
Back then, we were only nine,
There’s no way we knew we run out of time.
I remembered our days in the park,
We played late, until dark.
You were me, and I were you,
Both wearing our red shoes.
You knew immediately what was wrong, with me,
Whispered sweet encouraging words in my ear,
Only for me to hear.
What happened then?
Why are we not anymore friends?
Are you still angry, that
I had to grow up fast?
Left you in my past.
I wished I could go back in time,
When we were both nine.
This time I’ll take your hand,
So that you can walk with me into Neverland.
We would stay there as kids,
Playing carefree, eating sweet treats.
I am sorry I left you behind,
But is better to remain nine.
Must the petals fall now and
surrender to the wind?
Must I step back and
willingly rescind?
This could be a subtle goodbye
for the buds of our future don't seem to multiply
The troubles and confusions are somehow impolite
So I seek out the advice of the night
But our stars refuse to answer me
Am I now on the threshold of our finale?
-Nicola An
What will it be like?
As riveting as a lighting strike?
Despite the usual weather
Without necessary odds to conquer
My thoughts fling a montage of clues
Atypical but not pompous
I am not laced with frills yet graced with flaws
Not a tableau of fairy-tale but even gravity would pause
There’s no one else for you to impress
You may take off your fancy visage, you’d dazzle me nonetheless
In the quiet rapture of a celebratory revelation
My atoms and yours will realign the stray stars—
Our iridescent union
It feels like I’m somewhere
Stuck in a foreign place
And I cling to a million days
Crammed in an invisible jar
Of my faithful wishes anchored
To one Star
I guess I am bound to stay
Even if the footsteps are unheard
Light years away
Because the jury of Divine will
Has done my heart a sealed deal
And I must agree to conform
As everything else in the Universe
Takes enough time to form
How do you wait without waiting
When we’re the world that can’t refuse wanting?
Should I become one of the sand grains lying ashore
And turning a blind eye to the ocean I adore?
Or am I actually the wind that leads the waves
To ebb and flow as much as we are both
Trying and then letting go?
I would seize freedom when I sing
my favorite songs, and I wish
talking about you is just as carefree-
my voice to not walk on eggshells
and my eyes to stay composed
Oh what a fragile irony to babble
greedily, a current unstoppable
yet the flood in my heart has
remained the larger portion of
an iceberg submerged
I would find comfort in random
places caressing my thoughts,
where reality is a scent of lush
gardens, and I won't have to
evade and pretend that I may
have only injured my senses
since there is a wind that
feels familiar, and you stand
taller- enamored- and never
higher than my ease
Though it is biting when I blink
and depart from the balmy vision,
you are still the infinite field of
my blooming days, more like a
rainbow I need not to chase
because the skies are much
brighter when we don't obsess
and cast a shadow over the handsome
colors we should not selfishly
possess...
for when a flower is meant to be
loved by all, you simply don't
pick it
-Nicola An
TAKE MY SOUL – My Twin Flame
?The Material one Wonders, sewing doubts, maybe?
The Soul completes, two emerge as one,
The chaos of the divide collapses
Material succumbs to pressure as diamonds
Obstacles fade, diminishing, unseen evermore,
Where comes these Shadows of material world,
Sewing doubt, fear, feet frozen in place,
Expanding omnipotent universe, thrusting us together,
Soul completion achieved, syntropy prevails,
All Material is fleeting flesh, ghostly, decaying corruption,
Our spiritual souls unite, ignite, comets flashing by,
We Grasp this joy tightly, savor every breath, laugh, love evermore,
Our bodies, minds, souls emerge into singularity,
O' great wonder have we beheld,
A soul split, miracle of miracles, Then a soul unites,
Explosive quasars pale to this love reborn,
Completeness, destiny, eternity roars with laughter,
The divine rises, blessing their creation,
Together, ecstatic togetherness, YES evermore,
lovers eyes invade and envelope each in fond eternal embrace,
I Love you~
A day feels like mist of the wee hours,
once again I regale myself with
the buzz and the fuss
Coaxing my heart out of sulking
for it is an utter melancholy
and slightly a jest
TO MISS THE WIND KEENLY FELT
BUT CANNOT BE GRASPED
A tad mockery to be often left
by my own home as though giving away
is almost granting the world a consent
to steal from me
Yet I live through those tiny pleasures and loud celebrations ceaselessly shining your humble crown
for even my heart then stands on the highest pedestal
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